Been reflecting a bit so i wrote this

Its a spinning cycle of life grabbin the man tucked shoe, pretendin to be pretendin foolin whos a who, yet the fears of a child take a new ground, from checking beds and now the doors, behind on the empty street now the stilness does feel quite steep, feel quite loud. Seein there is nothin. Yeah nothin never felt so profound.

Yeah so profound. Why the f*ck am I spinning when i am weight on ground, Why the f*ck am i so wary of every anwser to question its quite very, very weightining on ground. An anomaly of evolution, evlotuion observing evolution. An evoltuion so elevated, seeking escape from own consiousness willingly devasted.

the arising questions that never faded. Tortured by the gods we made, the very own mind being tortured by false prophet feeding them lies. Act a certain way, dont let amygdala run too high. The hell awaits if you wont obey when you die.