Surival in Materialism

"keep up with the world kid, that's how you live." But not how we try. We run. Feet colliding with the floor transferring energy into purpose; purposeless purpose. One crash after another, and every other leap or so someone dies. "maybe I'm too ahead of myself." i think. And like a heart a attack a gust of gold blows past me. "never mind." sound waves rippling in my gravity; speed, a killer, is ignored and underrated. We'll see who only those who will cause the most tragedy. It's a shriveled thing. God, his gold, liquid, and broken demeanor.. I've seen, that to ignore him releases pressure so great that it can rip your eyes from their sockets, but this doesn't involve me. I don't need eyes to see; my balance rests on my own self-trust. But this proves to be difficult when you are young and uncertain; scared with low esteem. I suppose it makes you trip, building yourself up with needles and string, only setting yourself to fall down but- I just can't, move on. (My leg loosens, and the floor grips my skin.) I've lost, just like I always do. (Karma's not the bitch. You are.)