Medicune Edison Light bulb went on Like poof Divine intervention Snuck up on me Im spooked Look in the mirror Dark bags under my eyes Representation of the drag That has become my life Idolizing my past self Currently content with less My room a metaphor for my mind A mess Everybody's got ability But not the willingness to use it I guess Rather escape Got drinks Got drugs Use em and abuse em I guess Essence of the human condition Know the deep truths But I keep on Ignoring my mission Walking zombie Wrongly consuming The bad nutrition I got a vision But I wear this blindfold Stubbornly walking in to walls When I could choose the right road How do i get up and let go Say no to the inertia Choose a different way And stay turned up trees in the mist trees in the mist reason to exist why do I resist what life's giving me everything I need to exist. a dream a thing you experience while you sleeping no control wake up like wow that was wild whered it all come from its gone now attatched to things no longer bring me happiness dont know where all of my fucks gone outside of work I find it hard to function dont care about nothing but getting paid short sighted clown world delighted by the dumb faces im making at my mirror I sing sweet songs to soothe myself get lost in all the ways I can kill time and amuse myself I got a taste of a better life a theoretical life I could live if I really wanted to but something inside me dont really want me to reject perfection obsession with decline its just one hell of a fun crazy roller coaster ride not interested in anyone but myself all my thoughts stay confined trees in the mist trees in the mist reason to exist why do I resist what life's giving me everything I need to exist.