obstruction

It's just an obstruct perception of vanity
Feeling the music just like a feel of  chemistry see into my mind something like insanity obscured view of humanity
I'm falling it seems can't seem to find myself among the clouds of abstract obscurity
Maybe it's just my sense of vanity
Glutleness is of sin a mindset I might not obtain but I try to sustain maybe this is how I'll remain without a name something I tried to maintain even though I'm not desired as I'm slipping through the cracks looking into a starry nights with the eyes of a little kid  in my mother's image, as if I was a Fool not wise to what I'm seeing or what anyone else is dreaming.these are my spoken words
These are my memories without time in space continuum you have no galaxy
Without the sense you have no direction
Just a clouded path of footsteps leading to flaws downfalls and imperfections
As I whisper the words I'm perfect
They seem so imperfect