I feel breathless That the universe has chosen me To be its pawn in it's latest game I feel frustration About how now of all time Life has chosen vehemently that I am too calm I feel played That everything in my vicinity Wishes to have my undivided attention I feel enraged That whoever controls the string of my life Is in their nonsense once again I feel exhausted To the point where days meld into nothingness Yet time still ticks, chiming and ringing Like a slap to to the head I feel lost In a mist of my own creation with a map drawn by fools I feel faint As if the my head is the very globe that I stand on I feel tested To a degree that makes me wonder if I ever excelled What chaos would ensue I feel muted and vocalised As if my voice is both music and threat I feel out of body Existing in a flow that is all but false Breathing an air I feel both deserving and not Praying for strength event hough im herculean Gasping for peace in a thick silence that feels like a rave Chanting for hope even though I sleep in salvation I feel weak I feel strong I feel Cursed and Blesed Right and Wrong Ready ànd Done Happy and Sad Blissed and Depressed Most of all I feel angry