This is the way out i’m afraid.

Have you ever seen a more awful place like the place i put down my ?

Day in, day out.

The streets of gold is seen by others beneath me and those at my level; they know how awful the feeling of having everything but owning nothing.

And it hurts to know there are those above us who have it all.

And no matter how much you fight for it; you lose everything in the street.

I am so over the meaningless, time draining hustle that leads steadily to a stanstill of a realization, everyone dies in the heart so what was and is the point to being with?

And to the sad truth that not everyone is going to feel the same way even though most do.

I can see why i want the walking up and down the street to end there is no losing when its gone, i can see why i need to be among the others who have escaped the pulling chains that i have once and countless times being ignored and it all makes sense to me.

And my escape was to go jumping still the roof breaks to see the sky and. What a sky it will be?

But at this moment i choose to grab hold the door knob and pull to me until it opens. And it will open i am sure.