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."

Post without rhyme or reason part I

And one day you're home alone...

Suddenly you feel like you want to jump, you want to run faster and faster. You feel like you wanna do something different, you just want to get up and walk away from your bedroom. You want to spent the night talking about nothing and everything at the same time, you wanna see something different, get thru a new experience. You wait for the call... not! No answer from nowhere.

You feel deep inside that if you don't take the first step your mind is gonna blow. Everything is about to colapse. There's no much time, you gotta do something. Hurry!
And it's when that empty feeling comes to your stomach that you bravely stand up and say:

"LET'S GET OUTTA HERE! I FUC#$%^&*KING NEED A SUBWAY SANDWICH!"