Where Did It Come From?

Where did it come from?
This unbearable stress
I know I deserve this mess
But at the same time
I'm incredibly blessed.

I'm so happy I could cry
I feel so old I could die
But won't anytime soon
It's a beautiful paradox
Being an intelligent buffoon.

I want to give back to the world
My soul for all to see
By offering my spoken word
I hope one day I'll feel free
Free as a bird.