A life of youth consist of sorrow and un-delightful feelings, although its all I even envisioned. My eyes reflect on the counting clock ticking away my life in seconds I feel empty without even caring. Damage my mood I must place myself away from the hell of your visions for I must make a final decision. A decision on the marks of my featherweight career and the way I live inside the blue painted oceans that surround the earth and the green garbage that supports, today I don't feel like reality is really here and my head will soon fall between my hair and the ground, I cannot bare. I cannot hide among the trees when the ground begins to shake. I will see that my mind has become something surreal, subjective and when the sun comes up my body will never wake. I'm living in a dream of make believes and hopelessness, you might want to steer clear if that means your not a true dreamer. I'm freer these days but sadly I still feel chained down so much for being free? I will stop for I will no longer consist of reality that consist inside the cold war of my inner visions..