Struggle has been always
My eternal aim
As everybody makes me feel
It's a shame

As I will never give a ****
Or think to say something the same
Once they ponder or think it's ephemeral
I'd say it will continue to my funeral

I doubt them saying that's insane
As I'll just say the same

Since I knew them dooming
Goals and aims
and will always be looming

As you know hopes will haunt my thinking
sounds like they are trying to exorcise my dreaming
Creepy so it seems, I hope them thinking about conjuring
They are just virtues which are residing

It doesn't hurt that much,
I got my plenty sources who have been
And will always be
Supporting and backing.

So as I bet they simulate epics,
no hunch and so positive I am
they can be psychics
and shrinks.

Plenty says so,

So-called carers want you to glow,
Urges and tips are just spits,
Came outta mouths,
But never outta hearts,
Pity you are, since you are obligated?

Scribbled bluffs,
Stuff The lusts,
You yourself honor your Huffs and Puffs.