The Road of my Life

I'm looking for a resolution
I'm trying to find a new solution
My mind is full of endless pollution
My thoughts are moving in a revolution
My enemies want their retribution
They begin the prosecution
They threaten execution
They want to put me in an institution
I'm hopeful for complete absolution
They don't give me any restitution
They might as well as start the electrocution
To them I'm not a contribution
I'm the opposite of evolution
I'm a pointless substitution
I want to help with distribution
But I'm now an enemy of the constitution

Life moves in a certain direction
One mistake and it makes a correction
All paths have a connection
Each point meets at the intersection
No democracy there is no election
No point in having an objection
It makes its own selection
It doesn't care for your affection
Your mind will fill with dejection
As in the mirror there's a reflection
No projection to cause a deflection
There is no protection
Pain is an infection
When it dies it has a resurrection
Emotion creates its own injection
Memories make up your own collection
Each thought is it's own section
You try to make an ejection
But your mind will push you to endless subjection