Bored
Distract myself with what is given
Corpse
All my ideas stay unwritten
I can try harder
I can be better I can do more, but I know I won't
And I know apathy,
and I know acceptance and a lack of motivation is what they want
I can have beliefs and I can
Wear them on my sleeve
But I will do nothing about them just
Stay in an look at screens
This life spent basking in the blue light
I can speak of change
But in the end I feel ashamed
Because although I can explain
I do not act on what I say
A waste of time is hearing what is on my mind
Mind, active trapped inside a stationary body
Down and out, I feel a constant sense of waiting
Pious reflections on thing I have only just come to understand
Righteous hypocrisy bubbling from the lips of a lazy young man
