Emancipation Poem by dun one

Mid March trying to dream
Crazy like a free man
Strung out on dreams he won’t see
If I could have back the time spent there
I would be a millionaire
Sleeping feeling like somebody else
Am I the only one who hates himself?
Running a round so frantic
Calm down and panic
How do you win?
I often look back down the path and begin to examine
I often look ahead trying to peel apart destiny
That is not my job, my job is to live on the edges much like the greats
One day to emancipate from all these weights