The Ride

I walk a thin line between insanity and genius. You start off like your Romulus then realize your Remes. I try to plant the thought but I'm finding that it's seedless. I know the outcome, my next mistake is needless. Look up as I sink, knowing how to swim. Hard to be good when your eating out of tin, hanging on the rim, turning off the light, when your tired it got dim. Point to other people like, not me it was him. I never lose I never win, had to balance yang and yin.