Human horricane

Brain storm/ For its cloudy upon us/ My shallowness is the roar that sink to concur us/ Where art thou spirit, soul/ The meaning to survive/ forth going progress for the future/ Major theatrical/ threats are nothing but minuscule objects/ CAN I OBJECT/ This mangling feeling causes upset/ I cant stand in the boots my feet stand up / My cries, barely heard/ For I am the cause of past and more importantly/ Current doings/ My cries have no limit/ The river will be damned as long I am living/