Irregularity it flows from my veins like a rich poison. Growing stronger and stronger like a floating rain, hovering above and bombing below. I feel the strangest oddities about life the older I get, holding myself down unable to cast myself from the mold. The more I worry about not becoming who I don't want to be the more I block myself from becoming me. I touched myself once or maybe it was what I hoped to be me. Whatever it was, I was impressed and could do nothing but tear it down, it touched a goal I had only dream of. My understanding could not comprehend this oddity before me, so the order was made out to destroy it before it ruined the dream. Vortex, down it went clinging to my shoulder like guardians that were so easily brushed off dandruff to fall to the ground. Echos of follow your heart ring in the empty places inside, till finally my nose begins to bleed and the white noise of mind finally fades out to a mountain stream. Remnants that is all we have to look forward to, does it force us on instead though. If my name were carved in black stone lined with the others would it be any better then in the heart of them who accept it? Butterfly trapped in your hand cage why no worry? Can you feel the pain that joins these two? Your freedom it is Worthlessly priceless and so you flutter away from trials hands. Wounds healed in a moment, a moment that lives on forever. Forgive me this lesson and some day I'll bleed for you.