Awkward Takes

Somedays I rise not wakeup, clear the clutter for sake of, preaching the so-called notion, and giving scruffiness a remotion, for what they say and not what I feel, is true only in the world which is reel. So afraid to be alone or with a lot of either, with a bunch of millennials, I talk about space and ether, Kind of person I have always been, someone like me you must have rarely seen. All I need is a lineman to protect my blindside, I'm stuck in a dark tunnel waiting for a high beam.