In the bane of my existence I feel limited on the edge of insanity The seriousness of my unrequited morale Has me in its grips and as vain as I feel my soul has become It still haunts me at a constant. How many dreams are enough? How many fantasies can get me off While I bounce around on my own cloud nine Reality beats me down, murders me in cold blood Without hesitation I don’t bat an eye I am mourning my own creativity I take time to breathe and I reminisce about the light in my eyes I try to remember the luminosity The will that my soul takes for me when mentally I cannot do it alone I will never give up the will …