This wood of restlessness. this growing sense of helplessness just adds to my condition and my doubts. an anger summers like a storm cloud that just lingers with the threat of thunder poise upon my blow. But no matter how hard I try, I just cant seem to sleep at night. And troubled thoughts are what you'll find when your caught up in troubles times. I cant imagine come tomorrow I'll be stundin or just sitting the garbage and the trash. you say that I mistook the warning sings flashed high above just like the vultures circling in the sky. Well its no use, because everything I do, these same old troubled thoughts keep coming back. Yeah its the same now its happening again. I thought that I had freed myself at last. at last, at last.