Floating in chaotic thoughts

floating in my mind feels just like a cloud, drifting farther away from the past that drags me down, floating in my mind completely void of sound, where does life ever seem to get us? a little sweet but most of the bitters, thats why most of us turn to the liquor, or maybe something just a little bit bigga, take some weed, cocaine, ecstasy, shrooms, pills, meth, heroine, whatever it takes until you finally find the ledge, the bottom of the hole, how deep will it go, the only way to get the answer is to find out on your own so you float off so far away, all on your own, cannibals just eat away at your bare bones but deep inside you wanna be great, or at least better than yesterday, thinkin you never ever gonna find your fate, switch it up, sure enough it'll hit you in the face, never gonna see new lands just stickin in cage, always keepin to the script on the page, so you might as well change up the day and live a little life before we have to go backstage, leave a life like its like you never left, permanently engraved in the legacy forever kept, you could do that with family but better yet, change the world into the something with a little more depth, teach people about good virtues and morals, choreographed as if you steppin through a portal, to your own home that you haven't been at for so long, starin at your old self takin a hut from a bong,