Repeating Rheteric

Once again, another once upon a time dream turned into a sleepless night not from frights or emptiness Just trying, well rather to keep my head on straight confessing all my feelings my hates, my loves, my wishes to a friend with open ears I wish this wasn't a night I was awake for my thoughts are my time machine which is racing to my past where everything was clearer and much more simple but my actions and thoughts were deemed imperfect Could it be, could it be What has knowledge served me All I've heard were repeating rheterics but why should they all persuade me All I have is my plastic bag of failure filled to the rim I'm wondering would it all fit over my head or keep me pushing down, pushing me down All my life, I've claimed to want the sweetness of a celebrity high-life but dump the fame All I want is for the world to know me I've lived a repeated life and whose soul do I bear because I know a third of it is not my own I've wanted to live a life all my own Me and rules just don't get along I'm stuck and struck by age and a dreaded place which still burns my eyes I guess I'm halfway in the right direction...