Undone son of a bitch

I think I thought I wish I knew. The things I think that I should do. Or even grasp what I can't say. Some will pray I'd lost my way. Or have I now well it's your choice. Everything has its own voice. Though some will choose the written word. Then lack thereof well that's absurd. So choose your path plot your course. Stay in the light use the force. Walk the walk hard it may be. Then thank your god that your not me. For not a day goes without fighting. Its like a riot im insighting. I can't remember that thing you are or how to play that air guitar. Or how to even feel my sun who's light feels like it weighs a ton. So walk this dream of thoughts and glory and tell your friends my former story.