So much can happen in so little time, but nothing ever does.
I'm constantly waiting for something bad to happen.
Secretly hoping to spontaneously combust,
they'll say "he went out with a bang".
But I never will.
Squeeze the thoughts from our heads until they're no longer ours.
Replicate our persona's based on books we have read.
Engrave our names on each others hearts and call it a work of art.
Rip the lungs from our chests and we'll share the same breaths.
Nobody wants to be alone.
Lock and load your eyes on what you have become.
Boost our ego's on our social networking status, as if that is a claim to fame.
Mirror your image in the perfect position, and we'll all forget our flaws.
Photoshop, edit/crop, click-and-drop, we'll all be Barbie Dolls.
Sucked into the latest trend, we forgot to make a name.
I heard the goal in life isn't to live forever, but to create something that will.
They'll say "he created a masterpiece".
But I never try.