some more speculation

Constant speculation another restless night seems to be the destination a couple more regurgitations spewing out onto a new sheet cuz the stress always seems to be stuck on repeat, rocking to my own beat far from neat an normal an oddball at best one in a million far from the rest, losing interest in the matters of the ticker till I find the true remedy to keep me from getting sicker, contemplating my time spent in the waiting room each moment inching me closer to my tomb not anytime soon I hope, but if its meant to be Fuck it I guess set me free this isn't my resignation just a thought maybe not to well conceived laced with traces of despair more weight to bear upon my back falling off track as the problems try to stack breathe in some more air an exhale off in a daze where my paces can't be traced lost an misplaced off in a better place with figments of my imagination coming back wit utter determination new revelations from another deep meditation bought my ticket waiting at the station for the train to come around takin me to a place where me or u will no longer be bound confined without fear dear death ill be waiting right here