What the fuck 007

The final destination of this path is completely unknown, flashes here and there have in my dreams to me been shown. But trying to make some sense of it all is quite insane, trying to put together all these bits of pieces that's floating around in my brain. And as if i don't already have enough other shit on my mind, all different forms, shapes and kinds. Ontop if it all are these fragmented scenes just floating around doing their own freaking thing, without the slightest a possibility to connect or together to bring...
Its actually pretty fucked up this so called 'thinking mans curse'...i suppose if you look on the bright side: it cudve been worse?
Sitting here thinking to myself how could this be more fucked up in any way? Then realising that actually it can't so there is really nothing much to say...
Completely powerless as you are drowning in this stormy ocean of thoughts, the darker and deeper you sink: the easier it is to get caught. Fussing and fighting just to get the surface in your sight and then everyone fucks with you and you have to start a new fight. So i ask myself 'when will all this fucking madness end?' the conculusion is tht i dont know but to others I can pretend? Actually im over pretending that everything is perky and alrite; cause this war im not giving up without a huge fucking fight.
Right to the top my way im going to climb and crawl, i really dont give a fuck how many times im gonna fall. All i know that this shit happens for a reason but couldnt some of it be saved for a rainy season? Even a small warning, a hint, a tip would've been appreciated - then maybe i wouldn't have taken it so personal when my innocense got confiscated...
Broken and bruised i might get to the other side but i will fight it without even wanting to hide....

'there's no escape, im my own worst enemy' - given up - linkin park