To Little (or no) Avail

It's the-

Nervous twitches
Never been too superstitious
But the brain is powerful, could I conjure up some apparitions?

The ugly truth is, to think you know is foolish
And the ignorance is blissful anyways, it's so confusing

How strong can I be?
If I let the voices in my head control me?

I'm an imitator

Hades hailer
Oil pen and vapor
Smoking gun, just for fun, I need an inhaler
So save all your prayers, I need some more action
Without some hard work there is no satisfaction

You see, The older me should be so disappointed
Held my ear to seashells but I never heard descriptive noises

Crooked smile
Crooked spine
Crooked human
W/ a Crooked knife
How many Crooked frames to get it right?

And now, AI controls my choices
But I let the Trojan horse inside my veins so I barley notice

Thanks but no thanks
What's life with no angst
What's life with no pain
I shoot for the stars - but only blanks

Take your sweet time, rotten apple of my eye
Balanced on my head, time to let the arrow fly

C.I. & what of it?
Catch me flipping burgers at your local Chum Bucket

Low life with high goals
It speeds up as time goes
I am nothing - I know
Sun does a lap and I still don't grow