crazy

Damn, I am lost. It is crazy that Lost Boyz seek to find manhood with no compass. Shit can a compass guide back to destinations unknown. What is known, I could not answer that. I all know is that I search in the artistic footprints of others. Others hold keys of acceptance because acceptance seems like something I am incapable of giving self. Shit, maybe this is just another form of self-sabotage. Sabotage, is sin soaked cause it is vain but self-importance flows through veins so I am cracked vessel.