Not My Business

There are so many thoughts but i cant dig them out. I Don’t really know what they are about. life isnt bad and I ‘m not really poor But something is missing to let me stand on solid floor. Nothing in your fucking world can bring me satisfaction I want to escape out of this cell but there isnt a place which dont seems like hell I can seek for fame and I can seek for wealth But these aren’t the things which give me fucking help All these experiences let me come to one decision I am born into this world but that’s not really my business.