Waiting apprehensively for this brutal antagonism to pass
Why haven’t I conquered this?
The distinct shadows of iniquity that adhere to my past
I almost had it exposed to the open
I can’t quite put my finger on it
Because days pass by in unvarying fog
Waiting for a decent moment to play
I feel so alone and so confined
Within the lines that border this phase
I’m going to break free
I can’t be consumed by such pointlessness
But how or where or when I don’t know
The arrangement of what surrounds just grows so limiting
How can I find myself when simulated life won’t let me go?
Taking the time to slow down and look around
Life makes sense once shifted the pressures of the day
I realize I wasn’t made for this
The continual agenda of nothingness society wishes me to maintain
I’m free inside
My mind wanders in and out of space
But when applied to the game I’ve been chosen to play
I suffer through the lucid thoughts that my mind is driven to erase
