Sometimes I want  more. Sometimes I want less. Most of the time I got it all together. Then later Im a mess and under the weather.People say I'm lucky. Mom said I'm blessed.Lost in a fantasy but confused in reality. Too lazy to explain the rest. If I ever broke down I'm going down as the best.  When that time come around I started hear a catchy sound. That's when the beat bumps and my feet go thump. Funny- this was supose to be poetry, but it turned into something lyrically.