sittin there with a silly stare wakin up from nightmares im unsure what this existence is anymore it seems that my dreams yes they haunt me or is it that the circuitry that produces life to seem dreary they just want me to look further dig deep to find out whats going on inside in the course of complexity of course i must write but it seems like when i do i go off course and there is no path in sight no need to beg remorse when one is living what is wrong what is right i figure one in the same they just both feelings we're so quick to judge and deal out all these killings killings of the physical annihilation of the mental and continued willings so no wonder many of us proceed to lack potential.