Is happiness created?
My mind is made up
There are questions at stake
Just looking for those answers
Only my ideas can make moves
Something only my brain can make
Seeing now that it is okay
For that is how the game is played
Equipped with a bullet proof chest
Nothing is about to **** what I create anymore
From the days I stray awake
To the nights I rest my head
Going back in time
Seeking out the actions of my mistakes
Yet I will not dread on their concepts of hate
I will just take what I need
And continue past every escape
To little time. To much to lose.
On this personal conquest
That shall carry on to the death of me
I have subjected myself to beliefs of conspiracy
That very thing was trying to **** me
Weakness being that I'm compulsive
And that is literally
I try to keep my eyes in check
Watching their moves
As if they were the possible conclusion
Speaking so you might say that is a delusion
I have no confliction or confusion
I'm just holding onto this addiction
Of journeying inside my conscious mind
As I project a common body
The key to my happiness  is secrets that push onto progression
For the better of myself and those around me.