So sick of letting things slide. So I crawl inside and find somewhere safe to hide. This is a-fear of a different kind. Where following that voice inside, meets weakness, and they collide.
Keep questioning my own destiny as I take strides, my damage; pride. These Hunger Games, I barely survived, barely feeling alive, nearly flat lined - then I, caught on fast now I to enjoy the ride - even though they fight my drive, my second wind, kept my hopes alive.
Give thanks to mankind, all hope is lost; in man kind. It's only a matter of time before the Heroes are confined, then is an eye for an eye, now the blind leading the blind. Getting no where over time, the prophets will make there prophets minus time. Profits inclines while more-real declines, ahead of or class, bunches of assed, falling further behind. The natural Law of nature, will settle the score; over-time.
No See, No Speak, Nor hear no known evil, and you will be fine. But seek, and you will find- a madness of another kind. It’s only a matter of time, but if doesn’t matter, if you pay it no mind – to defeat one persons, oneself, you must find.  It’s a different frame of mind, now try and picture my frame of mind; the events the frames mind are real in real time. But since they never happened to you, you cannot process them in real time, so now you have to play the feel, until you have felt it in real time. If it happened to me, that means it could happen to you at anytime.