I walked fearlessly toward this knowledge of self
without a roadmap to guide the direction of my journey
I knew that I wasn't what I was yesterday  
Yet I didnt truly understand my destiny manifest/
the metamorphesis
How deep and dense the layers had become
How tangled the web/ cum sticky/ the reside left from my former self-less-ness
and more importantly...
I wondered how to remove the feeling of yesterday
when it still covered me like...  
Shit...at some point in the now I discovered that I'd been walking backwards through this life
Reinventing the hampster wheel
recycling/retracing my past fortunes and fuckups
hoping to change/reenact/ or maybe even recreate that which had already been written
Baseless/Faceless simple shit like
Dimes that I fucked flawlessly/ and other times when I failed to fuck anyone but myself
Times when I played the game with no shame/ and other times when I became it
I knew the twelve steps of the lame too well
and that the outcome would surely be the same if I didn't change the reflection
hence the true direction of my correction 
for it was a reminder of the fuckuptedness of yesterday
and a warning going forward to live free from the freefall of it all
regardless of how much all there was
regardless of how much all there was
Regardless of how much All There Is...