The Problem

The problem is the fucken dilution keeps many in submissive confusion
I can't agree and swallow the governments solution
As the days keep going I seek to be disconnected  
In actuality lifes not as easy as expected
Love is a figment that not many perceive especially when the heart resides on my sleeve
Carrying the assumption that it might be fiction its only depiction seems to be on the big screen
The problem with breathing is the unseen the feelings that tag along corrosive and acidic lifes not simplistic undefined and vague sometimes fading away is the only way to delay the atmospheres crushing blows
The problem with me is that sometimes I simply don't know over analyzing prevents me from going with the flow insufficient individual seeking better coefficients to this fucked up equation at times I feel like ignoring the situation an hand in my resignation too many contradictions with lingering inflictions
The problem is that we knowingly make too many left turns an consequently get burned some of us just won't learn if you have any gumption you wouldn't listen to my mindless presumptions erase me from your existence look through the lense my double helix is complex fuck the validation along with the revolution as long as I am exiled from this depressing institution unwanted causes leading to unreasonable effects I'm tired of being the trickled down reaction the problem is I can't find the silver lining in the mix over thinking the undefined an inconsistent because life ferments stress at an instant too many problems without a solution starting to think its just me its hard to perceive reality for what is when drugs can easily dismiss the sorrow and pain quite the substitution for the confusion from what I've seen intellect is a dying cause with no signs of being considered a significant loss tossed into the compost to decay with most of the shit that I say.....