The Riddle

The measure of pleasure i get it's infinite I've turned ideas in my head to lead and wriiten it, everybodys walkin through life, im sprintin it, im insignificant but in the long run prolific. I'm so quick in my thoughts sometimes i forget, so confused in my feelings that sometimes they get mixed. I'll flood your mind with some of mine, the opposite of a mime cuz words speak as actions let me create a new view point for you take a vacation away from the everday point of view put you infront of a mirror now your view points at you not tryin to be rude by intruding on your mood but I dont think its a crime to add thought to your food or food to your thought vice versa wouldnt you like that versus a vice and its hurts to be right, but the truth is pain and if you can't hang then just noose your brain...