I'm not right

As i sit in this office confined by a cubicle, I can't help but sit and think about something musical. I think it's comical the way we limit our potential with thoughts of society accepting us as successful. Life is mystical sometimes magical. I have to thank God for allowing me these visuals. Sometimes people dwell on the residual issues, it causes chronic damage and to your brain it causes you to live a constant battle one minute happy loving and sleeping. The next your stressed out and can't stop pacing. Mind is just racing wishing you we're just busy doing nice things. Not sitting there, flipping out. Hoping a vessel in your brain doesn't burst and spout. A story and a job opening is to some what it would amount. Nobody gives a fuck these days just step aside, god bless you and sometimes good riddance at the same time. What is my life amounting to? And if I escaped what's accepted as normalcy would I be considered a fool?