No Walls

So the walls came down and I'm not at all ready to stop the fall.

Steady I stand atop it all and call back.

There's no heading, no goal to be set on setting as I'm left on the bed sweating.

The act of meditation makes me vomit.

The attacks from the Federation awakes me. I'm on it.

Not common as I bust flows.

Not stopping when I touch lows in my life as I rush to put T.O.E's on my strife because who knows, am I right?

If my souls in the light then the roads not a fight.

Could it of arose from the fight?

Who knows if it's the right thing to do when there's not a clear thing you can do.

I just write ink in the dark as I fight think.

Overloading on what I think.

So disowning this mic speak as I write bleak, type, tweak this zoning of insight that I peak.