so I do this regularly, from time time.

Balancing myself out, just to have that point of unbalancing my balance.

I do things these things, so inside I hear the scandal.

Not one, but five, trying to feel the adrenaline live

I guess old habits don't die fast, they stay until the last

moment of the past, is a passing moment of the old stance.

First unbalancing, than blasting my fence,

and find my self fencing my idiotic self.

the questions, the fears, the super stupid ideas.

projecting like never, never-ending story of a clever,

person who died in own thoughts. what dumb ideals.

stronger and more sensitive.

paradox.