Rushing through never seemed so lovely Do I have to do this again? How much time until it ends? Phase through the routine and Put up with the words spat in your face like venom Who can blame you for being lazy? It isn’t laziness making you this way This is a universal feeling that no one knows how to explain A lot of people don’t even know it’s there Like A poison slowly seeping into the gases we breathe So subtle we barely even notice as it overtakes us Controls us But we are all under the veil of a lie that this is just how we are Maybe it isn’t this day making us all mindless robots Maybe it isn’t just enhancing our already full glass of depression Maybe it’s ******* away at the energy of before And maybe it’s doing nothing at all. Since time is a concept, we just all search for things to blame for our own faults Are we doing the same with this? We have so much to look forward to. That’s all we truly care about.
A self centered shallow cry for excitement that we buzz through what we could also be making exciting We treat this day like a ghost fogging up our glasses when it is truly an opportunity smacked down into the middle of it all. We all need a break, yes. But what are we really taking a break from?
October 2016, i was dissociating when i wrote this i dont remember what it means