Impossible,the
Priorities Intact

here I sit, my life's a model kit, but I burned the instructions and the pieces don't fit. I eat spaghettio's, turn on the stereo, and keep in mind my best case scenario I'm without serious doubts, I'm within my constraints and it just clicked: the things that make me tick get thrown against the wall and I keep what sticks. I wish with all my might that I had some cause to fight but I cant argue with myself on this lonesome night I can't complain, lost less than gained, strive for progression my futile needs are all I feed and it gives me indigestion