Undefined

We live our lives by each second waiting for a Friday dreading the next Monday, but one day, we'll see that days are just a time frame to plan our every action and program our attractions to be what someone else said we should be. So we'll sleep when it's allowed and fight our way through the crowd that pushes us this way and that way until we're right where we're supposed to be. But where are we supposed to be, in a house with a white fence, just searching for some sense, in a world of ignorance, just waiting? Well I'm sorry but that doesn't fit, so I guess that I should quit, this job that society gave me, when I was just a baby, without a sense of meaning, who just wanted to keep dreaming, but the clock struck way to early and I found myself unwinding, through a world where I am finding my path and who will take it with me. And yeah these words just flow straight through me, but they're just sounds that are written down, and defined and alined into sentences that convey the right message. Because although I seem to know, what is corrupt and when to give up, I keep falling into this life that I never chose to live, with some people and some things, that somehow seem to give myself some answers. Like put on a tight shirt, and go out and start to flirt until you forget why you felt lonely in the first place. Because as long as you can pretend that you like that new found trend, and it's not just for your friends, you'll be okay. Because we are all just actors with a script with missing lines to be defined and costume to put on when you feel misguided.

By Cailin Mattheiss