phone ramble.

Im on another level. In my spaceship far past the clouds. So high i feel like i should be seeings the heavens. But ofcourse i dont. Theres no heaven for me. No paradise or glimpse of perfection with me. Im average never great but never bad. Its annoying and redundant and dumb. Rambling like a mad man i know i am. But im just tryin to come up as a writer like nathan spalding. Want to write and publish a book. I want my name to be famous and respected. I want my poems taught in class like poe or chaucer. My dreams are endless so i keep tryin steady. Never work to hard tho, nothing tomorrow is promised today. Just like kanye said. The writings of the mind are insane. On the brink of sanity and it becomes a choice. Therefore the mind of he remains insane. The insomiacs and the ones who fear the night feel my pain. Never sleep for sleep is the cousin of death. Atleast thats what jeezy said. The poem of the modern day confused byracial black kid in america.