I don't know

Life, en route, distractedly personified by an undercurrent swimming parallel to these generations of decisive implied relationships meant to control instead of patrol.  The feeling I get when  song comes on reminding me of the frost on the window of my first car.  Mercury Mountaineer with bells and whistles commercially steadied by the weight of the world. Consuming tribulations afire with the stimulating pretense of a christmas morning brought before christmas even graced the plate.  Subdued and sedated, deflating as I fall.  Substance, withering substance kept alive.  Strum the strings and start to grunt into transition chords vocally taut.  Cutting like a knife, white noise, blatant circumference tied together by the knot of symbology; paranoia envelopes my heart not my soul.  Freedom, I feel it, a little whisp and I know; forever searching for the line, finished only as time creeps into my old bones.  As darkness approaches and the tic toc encroaches on my soul.  My body is tired and my soul is unwired. Any.......Sem...blance..............Drift..ing......free