I spent my youth like life was cheap,
The only change that I wanted was enough to buy a drink,
Was on a path to nowhere, the harder the road,
The more broken baggage we carry the larger the load.
This world has been good to me in the longrun. I've travelled many a road, made many a friend and seen many an amazing situation and managed to pull myself away. I've been across the oceans to the magical homeland this world refers to as Australia. From both coasts on that island I learned the skills that brought me to the American continent. Finding myself at times in a dark, purple glowing, smoke lingered room, stuck in front of a computer screen in San Diego. This was my grounds.. I kept to myself, red eyes and blue skies it was one of the happiest times in my life. I came to realize many incredible secrets of this existence and the way the world works. I was struck at times with life changing experiences, DGAF attitudes and met society with the aid of many mind and physically altering substances. I felt I was at my peak.. Only to look at the downward slope I had to face to reach stabilization. Leaving my beloved learning grounds, I found myself again stuck in a room, very similar to the one I found the amazing underearth with. It was the starting point for where I find myself now, on a plot of beautiful land in this New Mexican state. Again I had to learn how to get comfortable on lifes terms. Once again I realized I had the ups and downs in life I had in San Diego. I felt like I was in a place where I could make a name for myself, be a big shot. Got back into the money makin schemes, and eventually it lead to a big backbreaking situation. Spending 4 months without any of the things I took for granted, I realized that history repeats itself. Now Im back on the bottom, and going to try to work myself back to a comfortable condition in which I dont need to correct any mistakes on the fly. I have seen too much to get fuct by backtracking in this path.
What a maze... The way out is somewhere, just eatin dots and enjoying the rare cherry like pacman. There are no more pretty ladies, or white horses at my door.
