One for the masses

There was this rhyme and this flow, but it's purpose was yet to be known. I could go here and I could go there, and still it followed me everywhere. I feel this pain and this urging. I know from whence it came. I have been up and I have been down, but for now my spirits remain dormant. I've had money and been broke. I have traveled for self and for others. It is an ache and an itch. It is the unsewn stitch. My eyes, my ears, my heart are aware of the scene that plays in my dreams. I have underpaid and overspent. I have said too mcuh and spoken too little. It is past and it is prologue. My mind my mind oh where does it seek to take me? I find that routine creates serenity now. Impulse causes controlled chaos. Contained emotions can explode on certain days and implode on others. There are always options and there is too much time. I can make my own cake nowadays and I most certainly will eat it too. The cards in the deck are always in my favor. I just don't know it yet.

Ladies and Gentlemen this is why I prefer not to say whatever is on my mind cause my stream of consciousness tends to be a jumbled bag of marbles. And no jokes about how you already thought I lost said marbles. I don't even own any marbles. This is what happens when a self-proclaimed writer has too much to say and no real clear-cut way to say it. Take it for what it is. I will make more sense tomorrow. I have some late assignments due and I suppose I am the only one who will actually do them for me. Cassie, Forrest got robbed. Tito got beat. Gracie vs. Hughes baby. Gotta see the old man do his thing one more time. Always remember to do your taxes and make sure to not hate the player, hate my shoes. Rabble Rock!