Finding Me

I carve a path out for me trying to make it in this soulless city confined to a big house aspirations seem to drag out sitting in this pink room trying to catch my breath at noon This heat is making me crazy I am not sure where I'm heading too many questions I don't know the answers to I have too much time on my hands too many thoughts swirling Is this what they call the end of the beginning? I have no clue Do you? Maybe I am inching toward the madhouse A nasty feeling a subtle thought and suddenly it doesn't seem so bad this notion though does make me sad I have yet to see, what becomes of me!