Was never first pick second in command don't know what my problem is eager to jump the gun my dreams don't exist my nightmares repeat over & over again until i self-destruct how's the weather? look up drones are more aware than you think last minute situations make the world crumble around me comfort anticipated, the predicament of the century don't like things you do doesn't feel right don't like things you do keeps me up at night pester, creep, brain cells, grief continue to pester eliminate grief where do i really fit in? another shadow to fill the gap a space forever vacant, yet not reserved for me