One day I decided to take the wheel,
spin the boat to a 180.
To return to what made me real
an impact broad enough so that they see.
Go back to what eased my anxiety,
back when my anxiety was at its peak.
It's going to take time to heal completely,
these scars society has caused me to tweak.
Before the stress and heartaches,
the managers so obnoxious.
Trying to make a living for God's sake,
but life as a hustler does not do me justice.
A time when videogames were a distraction,
now an escape from reality.
A time when breathing soothed any tension,
now it's a means to deal with the insanity.
Everything comes around in full cycle,
a cyclical timeline of sorts.
What you love is the most vital,
a revival of course.
Things will be different,
it will be now.
Life will have its interests,
that I know.
