Readiness: Step 6

As I approach the end with a quicker pace, I can't see shit
I don't even know what I used to frequent
I said to someone close, "Bitches only love you when they're bored & slow;
But if they find different avenue they never travel on your ROADS ."
He's still waiting for ROADS, he's been waiting three years now
Back then it had a different name, some called it "The Pill House"
But my progression saw a different light, no more reason to fret or fight
No more reason to inherit strife when my mind state had filled out
Now I just write about my past addictions
The Past's women, and the times I chilled out
How I see myself in half a decade, and how I want to be found
Somewhere in the limelight of the only person I would want to be 'round
I haven't shed a tear in seven years now
But last night, I had a dream my father was something I could breathe out
He was gone, mom was nowhere in the vicinity
And I was the only one in the funeral that didn't seem like they remembered me
Until I woke up, and realized it was just an entity
Rolled over and kissed my misses , knowing
that only me and her are my worst enemies
That shit is killing me
Knowing I know myself best, but look into the mirror
not knowing who is staring right back into me