Inktober #4 - Are We All Just Pokemon?

I'm feeling stressed man, feeling like a Yes Man,
People ask me can I help? And I tell 'em yes: can.
And I guess yes I can, but I just feel obsessed,
With all I had planned, and damn man I get easy stressed!
And my physique's not great, but I won't hand it back.
I'm so happy I don't have panic attacks,
Or suicidal thoughts - not now - no longer!
Life may be tough but tough means stronger!
And strong men make a strong world, a good world,
makes weak men, makes bad change, makes strong
men that get taken! I'm single I'm just paraphrasing.

Have you learned your lesson? When up at dawn.
Playing Pokemon. That's obsession.

Is it my turn to question? What I've done wrong.
Wa da da ding. Wa da da ding dong.

What a world, what a blessing! And it goes on.
Waterworld, what a wet thing! No wedding there wrong.
Or among Lego I bet you your ego would oxide, ergo proxy,
I'd be like WOW at that moxey - easily impressioned.

And easily depressed with depression. So I write songs!
When my world is a prison. So I grow strong!
With the word and the rhythm. Won't turn to religion.
I've been burned by fanatics so I turned to an addict,
Of loose acapellas and features!

And cute, fluffy, pocketable creatures I...
gotta go back.

Fade to... (Pokemon) Black.

,,,

Are we trapped?
There's that wonder I've had all along.
Are we all just...
Pokemon.