Nirvanna Poem by Marxist illuminatti

Standing ever too still
Against my own will
Pushing my 'Technicalities' over the edge
While I inadvertanly peak ahead
Searching for something to make this all make sense
Yet there is never so nothing
On the fast track no where
Crippled; scared
My head nearly bursting Full
Worries worrying headaches in their nature
i cant seem to grasp
Alas Budgeting my way to reach a successful peak
An inch everyday in the direction of my grave
Where does the money go?
Is fourtane truly worth a loan on your soul?
Lately ive been thinking this could be so........
This is reality contrary to sheep belif, sacrfices Must be made towards our goals
In all honestly though i personally dont ask for world domination, admiration or acceptance.
All i will ever need is always no matter where i go
right here with me
Right inside the essence of my beinging
N that N that alone No life or Death can take away from me