End of the line

Feels like I'm free falling without a parachute.
Becoming a mute, I can't dispute.
My thoughts pollute and life transmutes,
as we stay destitute.
We need to recruit an angel to help us restitute.

Limited money got me feeling funny,
Life's getting darker even though its stayin sunny,
And my birth givers, losing hope, no ability to cope trying not to mope.
Trying to stay strong trying to find hope.
It's like I'm examining life through a microscope, and it feels like
 I'm walking on a tightrope.

We all long to escape suffering and to leave the pain behind,
Along with the paranoia and mania creeping 'round your mind.
Praying for peace, these thoughts got me feeling confined,
Feels like im falling, feels like im falling behind.
Existence will test you and push you to the edge, feels like I'm about to fall right off the ledge.

It's the end of the line, when fear slithers up your spine.
the eternal return something ya soul was sent here to relearn.
We're in the limitless flow whether its feelin fast or slow,
and when we Leave the earth we'll blast through to a space of mirth.

This world is full of broken dreams and all you hear is the cries.
Societal disguises and pointless lies destroying lives.
I feel distorted, hazy and transported
Living in this world feeling unsupported, dazed and contorted.

Sick of being trapped inside my mind losin control.
Repeated routines robbing the energy from my soul.
Runnin ragged feeling staggered, existence takin its toll.
This confusion got me unaware of my role.