the invisible loop

just when i thought that the tides have gone back and that rewind clip has paused for good, i saw the invisible loop forming out of nothing. people say i write the obvious ,but what the fuck who cares. Am i not supposed to puke just because some fucking asshole faints by the stench of it. All this while i was trying to be suave and sophisticated ,trying to figure out whats wrong ,what is lacking what is it that doesnt let me breathe without a gliche but boss life doesnt answer things it doesnt understand. It will never let you see its own loopholes. Instead it will make them seem to you like whirlpools and u ll keep getting lost every time . I cant even say it is fatigue and nor it is boredom. I wish i could understand but there is a lot of agitation ,and a lot of speculation . anxieties over this nuthingness is not a good thing to happen to humans but it seems to be running over me al the time. disgust ,dissatisfaction ,conceit and absurdities , aaah , life is reciting twisted tales. unfinished tunes are playing at the backdoor and i can c a piperman standing in white clothes. I m definitely not happy . hanging in mid air ,i wish my mind could stop wandering , But no ,it doesnt seem so, I guess i ll have to dance to these cacophonies till the end ,till the records weather and the speakers go dead.