Ceasing to be

Living a timed existence
One day I will cease to be
My soul will be set free
To roam an find a better home don't know the day
Maybe in the next three sixty five Don't jump to conclusions
Get stuck in the confusion
I'm glad to be alive physically attached to my location dont mistake my interpretation
Thats all I ask I dont hide behind a mask
Composed of inperfections considered odd because I try an dissect lifes infections
With a verse its an aching thirst I'm not the first or last to give it a different perception, but I will be a memorable conception
I hope to be remembered not to be forgotten like the dying leaves of november
I've been mentally disconnected rejected the normal standards of living not giving into the the governments statistics
My life wasn't meant to be that simplistic with time I've become a better linguistic
Its an amazing void that I enjoy complete immersed every time I write a verse
Can't coherce my vision many try to blurr an diminish my dreams similar to fiends feeding off the despair I've learned to bare an cope I will forever carry a pocket full hope