if you're free you'll never see the walls

so i've gotten this far without direction, as of late though i start to wonder where i am and what i'm doing. at random points in the day a sensation similar to a slap across the face overcomes me, as if saying "this is all she wrote?! do something!" I'll wait patiently, careful not to miss a beat. The difference between success and a deathbed is timing. I want to move walls, but every one else forces me not to.
It seems the modern man has but one skill that is relevant, deception. The end all and be all of skill, i am forever changing but appear whole, like a body of water. take what i need without asking, need what i take without wanting, want what i am without changing, change what i am without wanting. This is what i need to do, the basis of my work. I can't succeed without duping the rest of the world, after all, all change is initially lied about. my mind is a boil and my patience evaporating with it. Sometimes all i can think about is to destroy. No one will ever understand unless i bring them to their knees. when all that can be seen is stagnation and contenment and all that can be found is a longer road to walk. Friends, don't wait.
the last thing that he said was set this fucker off