Sick Wid It.

so sick with it that if i tryed to quit it i would still be with it,

like the venom of snake going through your veins,

you cant out run it even if your mind was trained,

racing thoughts would leave your mind misplaced,

all memories would be forgotten and the left earased,

you are now entering a state where time will take its place,

you either accept the fate or fight till the end of the days,

if you came this far you payed the price to play,

so you roll the dice to see what the odds can say,

you work towards the outcome and build your way,

leaving the the uneeded weights on the road to stay,

when in doubt and things dont go your route,

another perspective could change your direction,

and the new road will have selections to new connections,

to the path of your personal obession,

always question the answer if it is never given,

always remember your knowledge is ment to be expanded,

when remembering the highs never look at the lows,

never look back at something you didnt want to know,

look at what you have as it is you own,

work for achievements that are never given,

working and wishing is two different feelings,

and a sickness can last as long you think it.