Losing meaning

Fuck these contradictions just writing for the recognition no longer for the love of the art fake verses with no heart or thought put in garbage that will eventually find itself thrown into the bin a thought that has been lingering for quite a while another one of lifes trials I guess another stain in the mess another patch on lifes dress that bitch surrounds herself with too much misery an distress as I make my way through this turbulence ill be able to make some sense out of the actions of these individuals why is it that you write? Is it because you want to be the brightest star shining in the night what happened to writing just to gain some insight? I write for many reasons sometimes just to kill some time Ill come across a rhyme an lay it down other times I reach for the pen just so I wont be bound to the constant sounds of mindless people an their lies i find my prize at the end of each verse the remedy to the curse life has inflicted a clear state of mind is what I find at the end of my rhymes when people don't seem to listen this paper listens just fine I couldn't care any less if you dont give me any recognition because that wasn't my mission when I began to write it was to keep me going when I stopped knowing the way to deal with the world around now a days I know where that clarity can be found in the mist of an array of thoughts that are constantly coming across at times the problems seem to dense that I consider hopping back over the fence just to walk through the night than trying to search for the light its a hard fight but I'm realizing thats just life gotta progress an be glad that its my turn satisfy that aching burn to learn thats what really makes my stomach turn when I read these mindless poets with a beat all the same meaning they proclaim any means necessary for the fame I have yet to see one that refuses to be the same I gave up on it a while ago began to listen to the sounds from down below the sounds from down under where any fake residuals plunder underground with so many variations that its hard to choose a destination its all good though in case you didnt know go ahead an take a listen orgasms for your ear you'll be hooked it be hard trying to steer in any other direction in there lies actual meaning probably why I'm always fiending for more it always has something good in store I'm just saying this might just be me but when I write its to be set free it doesn't phaze me if u think I'm incoherent or relevant or even make the least bit of sense because I don't seek out any understanding but mine if u can relate fine just a bi-product from what I create, but whatever their will always be people that will debate take this however you will but realize I will still continue to spill some more thoughts onto a blank page until I'm released from this confined cage