I don't know where it went wrong
In this world don't expect your knowledge to amount to much.
People plan ahead for what people may think and cloak themselves to what they believe will appeal to whomever stands before them. Sometimes I wish I was as organized with my thoughts as a dealership is with its cars, instead it would seem that mine is more of a used car lot with no specific make or model but more of what you see is what you get and lined up in rows with no specific guideline to organize them. Just in the order they had been put in the lot and filling in the spots of cars that had been sold. Fragments of thoughts here and there; the pit patter of the subconscious, the suttle drops before the storm. Forewarnings that something terrible is coming your way. The torture it must be to read the signs of it all and know what is headed your way, to be warned simply to have to worry and countdown the seconds that are left to cherish all that you've known. Pompeii. The earthquakes and the rumbling. The heat and the flow of the obsidian as it blankets a civilization. New Orleans. The forecast and advisement to get up and leave, kinda difficult when the particular area is poverty stricken and without so much as a more of transportation. And that's without the mention of where else could they go? And once your city has become a lake overnight what is left of your hometown is being pillaged by your neighbors while you try and fend for yourself and children in a football stadium as you lay next to your excrement hoping to not get raped or mugged.It's hard to envision what I would like to say so I won't. Besides which it isn't my place to speak about it. The unlikely became reality. my imagination became life. What are you to do when what lies before you is flesh and blood? Do you touch it? Do you tread cautiously? Do you keep your priorities in order like you've been responsible for the time being when you have neglected to up to this point? Maybe this is the unlikely circumstance that I've prayed for and have sat around patiently for some time now. So why am I not filled with joy? Why not just grab the ball and run with it, and with great speed and without much thinking? You have to think to know better when something in front of you is to good to be true. You rub your eyes not in hopes that the mirage presents its true self but because it's been awhile since you've blinked. You touch him because it's what you've always wanted but like everything else you think at what cost. And you have to remind yourself that you don’t have any resources that you can afford to gamble when you have to move at the end of the week. This is the moment that makes the story a cult classic. The plot twist that will make this into a blockbuster smash that everyone can remember and recite two decades after they have seen it. The plot twist that was so brilliant and caught you off guard that you don’t mind having to spend the 10 bucks to watch it. And when you were beginning to think this movie was never gonna end the film cuts off in the most abrupt manner and leaves you having to connect a million different dots yourself and questions and questions that go through your head that will never get an answer.suddenly your asking what the fuck just happened and all that's in front of you is a roll full of credits. Don't you know by now that with me you never get enough?You'd be surprised at the things that I seem to draw inspiration from. Situations that let off the spark into the puddle of gasoline. The shift that puts the cogs into motion. For the most part it's usually the emotion that i try my best to hide from others. I find it to be overrated and can't stand people that have become overwhelmed by it; disdain, grief, hatred, anger. It's when my attitude is nothing but sinful is when I have the energy to see what others don't and draw from it. The ball doesn't start rolling until I see that person at the bottom of the hill, and like the Japanese pilots aimed at the harbor - honored to serve and would do so over, gravity will give and give momentum until its no longer within its reach - I can pull from this inspiration sucking from it well past the point you would've figured that there was nothing left.I've seen the flower stem from beneath the sidewalk. While one circumstance can turn you over to the dark side it can be what was needed to wake another individual from their daydream. Why does one band go platinum in one country and in another can't find a station to play their single? I've seen people build something out of dirt and others sleep in it. I'm sympathetic but deep down I feel you had it coming and when it showed up at your door it would've had my address on the senders label had it been from me. But it didn't. It was something that had been sent back to you and it never made it to the location you had incribed. Postage isn't free; next time use a stamp. But what did you expect would happen when you think you're above the laws everyone else must follow. And honestly It naking it's way back to you doesn't do justice in my eyes. Going full circle and making it's way back around to you isnt enough.