The great escape

Inside out an back to front, upside down or around about. Persist to perservere. Beak an vallies fueling a life of tragedy, gone from time to myself jus escapin reality to Mary Shelley creating personality. In this bubble I float, letting go Raul Mote. The opportunity makes the thief. Mushroom, feed em shit n keep em in the dark. Pullin the wool over your eyes n best believe you ain't no wolf in disguise. Confused without knowing, believin your own lies. Too little too late, too much too soon. Ever get the feeling that you're being watched, not sure how, from where is not obvious. Still this feeling resides within, sits tight inside, stuck somewhere deep in your mind. The grass is always greener, so I'm told, so how I then end up in the dirt is a mystery unsolved.