Post without rhyme or reason part II

And once again you fucked up everything.
All right, it was not your fault. It's not right, it's not fair.

Right now all your life plans fall apart.
You think... and again you want to go away. You wanna run but you just can't.
But this is not up to you anymore. You're not in control anymore.
You're not the one to set the rules of this stupid game.

Yeah, the game, the same one you created. Without real rules or real players.
But now when you look around you're not alone and you're not in charge of your life no more. It's up to them to decide where you go, what you do, what to say, your next moves, how to spend your time, the places you go, they control everything. After all this time you're now a rebel if you want to make a dream come true, you're a criminal if you want to do something out of their stupid schedule. It's like a matrix or some kind of prison. You decide nothing, you don't live your life.
You feel like a slave of your own life. You feel like you're trapped in chains.

But it's time to think how to set yourself free... calm the fuck down, mate. If you think there's no path to follow, you're wrong, there's always a path to follow. You just can't see it clearly right now.
I just hope one day this dark clouds disappear and open space to the big fat sun. Then you'll see it. And when you see it you'll choose your own destiny.

Hope to see ya better next time and in the right track.
"See you in another life, brother."

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