Pounding away my problems br is how I often solve them. br Grinding them to dust br and blowing them in the wind br thats when I know it's time to begin br another struggle, br another search for trouble, br another random mess of randomness to fill my thought bubbles, br to consume my every moment. br I feel like my life is borrowed and I'm striving hard to own it, br to gain atonement, br but it's expensive br and the charges are extensive. br But I'm paying the price br and life's grip is like a vice grip br and I think I might slip, despite br all the confusion br I'm using these illusions br to steady myself br but it's a forgone conclusion. br So now what? Now that I'm here, br somewhere br lost between a doubt and a tear, br what will be the next thing br life brings to perplex me? br Maybe if I crack the code br and set the difficulty setting to low br and take my time and take it slow br I'll be set - br no need to press reset, br hit start again...and pause... br because br when life's slapping me in the face all I hear is applause.