miasma

Okay, so i'm at that point in my life where i wish i could go back in time
to that point where i neither had a nickel nor a dime
but enjoyed the peace and comfort of one without crime
like a kid on london's streets bumping his head to the grime
or like a speedy download racing down the wire of lime
truth is, i cant explain how i got this far
but nothing else seems to make sense
and i aint sying that to my own defense
but this thing called stagnancy doesnt deem to relent
i has a sneaky way of jumpin the fences
and leaving me lost, empty, soulless, without feelings or senses
forcing me to view life through its messed up cracked lenses
confusing me with the illusion of strengths and weaknesses
lies, deciet, birthing new senses
that are insensitive to the person i once was
and destroying the image i try so hard to salvage
my mind is evolving, whilst my hormones rage
whilst my mind screams and squeals, and ripps out the worn out page
maybe i'm just too immature for my age
or i belong to and advanced alien lineage
watever it is, i've got a deadline
to figure it out before it drains me out

thats where i stand, now i bow out