Ready To Live

I’m ready to live.

As I grab my handle, head to my corner(office), ready to take on the wisdom that escapes people drugging and abusing their mental so they can make a killing over wasted potential.

I see clouds of odor, from bodies needing more love than they know how to provide and mental fog, from years of surviving the swamp.

I’m ready to die because I feel stuck. Wishing I didn’t give a …. Knowing it would make my life steady.  Positive selfishness elevates people to the top percent. I’ll that high over an infestation of ignorance.

I rattle with anger and headaches because my dreams and ambition seem stranger than repeat offenders taking every turn away from the right decision.

Since I’m awake, I can’t count on greed for real change. Something in me says I gotta be better. Too many times I’ve felt worse trying to seduce life, betting her my sex and lies would make it all right.

How many days do you feel like you’re the user, working yourself to exhaustion to return to the trap because it relieves confusion?

I’m ready to live.

Being old and wise don’t pay-off the doubt enough for the wife and kids to keep the house and love tidy.