Atmosphere

Surrounded by the confusion that comes with breathing
A depleting feeling thats hard to flush
Sometimes fading away is the only way to delay being crushed by an overbearing atmosphere that suppresses and lessens the individuality of any going against the normality that's been set in place
Its hard producing a smile knowing it aides the denial
Makes indulgence sound reasonable for a while
Well I've headed that way its sad to say I found nothing there, but blank stares, mutual relevances that quickly dissipated into the air Its hard kickin the habit when its what makes your skin fit
The bad comes before the good from what I've observed gotta head to the right instead of making another left turn feelin suffocated shortness of air unaware of my current location constant contemplation on the surrounding atmosphere
A lonely place when one hasn't found their place
Thought to be misplaced exiled to roam like a rolling stone till I lose the will an die still
Might be a while before I become another death on file
Its not simple to adjust an rearrange labeled strange because I chose to change
Headed astray the opposite way attached to plenty contradictions aiding the inflictions
I once heard this chicks prediction said my outcome might be questionable at best
Surrounded by a never ending stress probably right then again I've never been one to search for the so called light
Considered profane I don't take names in vain or even in slight consideration just the way I was raised
Nowhere near perfect quite irrelevant I suppose a part of the compost
Inconsistent individual without a map living life unplanned till death asks me to hold her hand Distorted reality seems like a clever illusion that doesn't have a simple solution plenty of wrong turns and dead ends, trends, fake friends too many questions left unanswered burned one too many times taking it out on a blank page held on delay layaway
I've learned one must be the change needed aint feelin sufficient so I got to go out an find better coefficients
At times like this bliss has no meaning dismantled words roaming like a flock of birds heading towards the uncertainty that sets so many free
I've come to be a nowhere man without a precise plan slightly lost without a reasonable carrying a few guarantees leased to the government seeking a few dead presidents to make this trip easier to swallow unwilling to follow the mindless
Heading the opposite way till I clock out an be put to rest