What is thee condition

I've witnessed

Might be stuck in all of my ambitions

Like; sick of time

They always tell you to be lifted by the bigger prize

Blurry vision if the fiction was the biggest size

Drifting through my fantasy

I've been meeting all the enemies

They were talking out their plans

But they never made them reality

Running like a centipede

Working till I fall asleep

Dream about my destiny

What is thee condition

I've witnessed

Might be stuck in all of my ambitions

Like; sick of time

They always tell you to be lifted by the bigger prize

Blurry vision if the fiction was the biggest size

What is thee