Following My Guided Path Every Step of the Way

Suffering from the I'll effects of terminal overloading of my brain operation at full capacity The strain is palpable and starting on my face to show These city streets and skyscraper building floor wall's I fear are leading me down tunnels burrowed deep beneath the river bed As no bridge over troubled water passes overhead to cross this Rubicon Can't no way of doubling down or turning back as the light has left So onward I must march as death or glory a busted flush legacy or celebrity doth await me either way Subway , tram , skyrail how or what mode of travel I choose matter's not if I fall to arrive at the right time station or wrong stop This 1 simple fact still remains this is exactly where I am and was always meant to be Because if it was up to me from the very beginning day 1 I would have strenuously lodged and voiced my 1st complaint Zigged instead of zagged changed direction at every crossroad never made an incorrect decision or lost a nights sleep Wouldn't have a problem to give a damn or care about watching from my vantage point in my ivory tower and my oh so perfect life But that isn't up to me likewise as it isn't up to you We are all just following we're we are lead in order to get to where we are all meant to be When whatsoever time on earth we individually specifically we're allocated given and blessed with STOP'S And no one knows exactly the how much or gets to know why or what awaits Or why we spend far more time pondering or wondering about what comes next Than actually getting on and rather just enjoying it for what it actually is that what it isn't Because I for one could happily do and live without the strain Because my brain is at full capacity and buckling under the pressure feeling like a tumor is about to explode any second now Come what may