My whole life is a head rush.
Have ten minutes to get ready after getting out of bed... ****.

Eloquent through all my bad luck.
To overcome the oppression all you have to do is speak up.

In a cheap rut.
The solemn selfish sliver of life in me wants a heaven filled with this stuff.

I feel stuck.
But I know that ropes and razors move life forward if I ever need to give up.