Necktie

Mr. apathy, please try to realize

This is not the life your former self wished for you

To reside. always organization,

Always a set sequence

But no guarantee you've began to find yourself

Or even begin to live,

Rich pocket, poor soul, this is what we're aiming for.

A lifetime of shadows projected on a wall to see

Does not give you the slightest taste of truth

Nor true reality. fixed obligations and set paths

Are stepping blocks not concrete walls.

But if it gives me release and energy

Then i'd gladly follow along

Cause now the only things we'll hold onto

Will be sad excuses for memories.

If only emotion could be captured in time.

Arms crossed we search for something more

We aim, eyes closed, but there is no purpose

Screams of "hold on, hold on, hold on"

Are muffled out.

That second hand must've been on too loud

Because these hours fly by like minutes now

Even the blood coming up from my screaming lungs

Succumbs to evaporation

But i can still breathe in.

And i think this hearts beating.

There must be a reason.