It's over

Who is what and what he does I don't even know anymore nor do I even care. Oh beautiful world and its people, I'm just too lost with all your gifts of destruction that I don't even know who was I and what have I become. For me the world is strange, too big and even smaller than the palms of my hands and thoughts in my brain. But I can't even think anymore for it's too late and I'm still inebriated in hallucinations of adult platforms and games which are otherwise banned in this place. Oh goodness how I wish I could do things that I'd often plan and I want, but this tickling never goes away for experiences that I'd like to have but don't think I'll get one now . People will tell you to just go and get what you want But they won't tell you that you'll still be nothing Unless you can't change who you are and this change will lead you inside caves of grief and some will then choose charming bed of codeine. You can complain like you do human that's all you're good at, while I'm too busy thinking of pleasant streets and imagining my life somewhere in B.C.s because I'm too inebriated to come back probably until I don't come wrapped in funeral sheets possibly via ebay or flying carpet of Aladin.