Over it.

Mundane. 
Consistently doing the day to day as if it was makin a dfference, takin a shovel out into the field to dig a pit so deep as if to lie in it. 
Maybe just once, i'd break the mundane and become insane. 
Drunk with chaos and high on disaster. 

Shut out!

You're screamin in my ear
Yellin in my face
Tellin me that I'm a waste of a life
Sayin that I bring nothin but strife

From Random Conversations

Sitting at a Buger King out in Aikahi my good buddy Justin asks me, why so down? What's bothing you? I couldn't explain what it was that i was feeling. Newly appointed to take on a task greater than myself and battling with the overload of my mundane paper load every Monday to Friday, I was trying to find the right description to express what I was feeling. I had to dig deep in a matter of seconds to sort out the mixture of feelings that swelled inside.