constant regurgitations

Constant regurgitations from lifes evergoing frustrations evolving from anger to a good verse to savor spilling out onto endless papers its become a labor of love I've lost the meaning of enough cuz it will never be as long as I have the ability to breathe further progression an constant dissection of life an its infections in the eyes of many probably think I'm headed in the wrong direction I don't think so I just refuse to fit into ur projection of reality to me its fallacy, think about that the next time we meet always the last to remain in my seat on the late train I guess looking out at all the mess why bother standing if ima be surrounded by dirt tiny fragments composed of hurt an deceit got no time to consider pressing repeat life doesn't acknowledge mistakes it doesnt give u time to pause an rewind the tapes but with time ur able to walk behind the drapes an see what its all about overbearing sensation you would probably shout one of the reasons I don't trip out when I'm in doubt WAS UP to the ones that know what I'm talking about an to the rest the ones borderline on the fence take a peek a quick glance u know what Fuck it take a chance because life only asks you once just once if u want to dance better to live good an remain poor than being rich an regret not seeing whats on the other side of the door, Sure Yea money makes certain things gleam, but if thats what u deem worthy of a lifetime then ur about as worthless as a hookers time I lay in a place with a few that cant be defined complicated like the mind so many come in to find a wrong way sign