Week II: Mr. J vs YDK[CLOSED]

[Mr. J]

I took a step into the ocean that I now soak in.
the silence was broken by waves on my own skin.
I stare on, awoken by the sounds of my focus...
tomorrow extended out into the open where hope is.
or was I roped in? paranoia circles like an opponent.
waiting to grapple me down until I dont know shit..
is this reality now? does it matter if I never noticed?
sometimes its weird knowing what is a known risk.
but its better being the only one to know what the joke is.
its better than leaving it in the open with its context.
does it cause stress or make one want to compete in the contest.
its a weird concept, but some people really want this.
so now its a process that begs to be glorified on script.
calculated data that matches the outcome of all this.
God wrote down the great jobs & marked it with a gold star.
you have come so far that this has become a whole job.
you no longer coast on the recovery, just the high of post op.
the world goes on, the phone echoes at least once or twice
they dont ask how you are though, they just want advice...
like...would you like to purchase our new line of vacation.
or some shit like that...thats when I stopped listening to the radio station...