Where Do I Go From Here

Standing at the proverbial crossroads, tapping into the game like Morse code. Cutting my loses as I've lost loads, Nothing more to lose, I'm like frost... Froze my assets switching to boss mode. Are ya out my ass yet? Its like I dropped those kids at the pool. There's no stopping this like a loose stool. No copying my spits, no deuce fools. That means no equal, I rebuke tools. There ain't no sequel, so I puke rules. In order to break them, like pharmaceutical's. I advise you to take em. Refutable? Don't ask why, I didn't make em. You'll find its suitable to discuss why ya hate em. Rather than being mutable why don't ya state some... Cold hard facts. Wonder if its too late to get my old heart back. The one I had as a child before they molded my heart black. Just young and wild they told us they'd be back, to save us from ourselves. I wonder where they at? Living it up, not giving a F. Dancing on the ceiling. I'm not bigging it up. Can't move past. I'm digging it up once again, Back is the incredible! who wants the fame? Man that's hysterical! You'll get ya accolades like a clerical error. They don't want ya to know ya credible. A terrible era we find ourselves in. And what's on my mind probably ain't helping. Stepping on toes in kindness, just to hear ya yelping. Repping my foes ain't blindness, as I write this I'm melting. Back to room temp, a comfortable state and felt things... I never ever ever felt before. A good feeling, an endeavour etc forever adored.