It'll be ok

organize my thoughts in lines and dots whatever i can put on the page, these words that I say will lead you astray, As I continue to chase this source of endless remorse it never made sense anyways, but if you want to see what I mean, what I mean is for none of this to happen at all, begone, begone, my one companion who watches and waits for the fall, and we all, and we all, and we all, and we all just wait for the fall, like a lifeguard on break in a far away state who yearns for their place in this endless race for pride and privilege to be won, but when it's all done and these snakes, long gone what's left in its place, is your long lost grace, which you sold to be told you're ok.