Call it a necklace, noose, lead or leash that we willfully wear as under the poke and **** of societies brand we still let it steer.
Living for Friday Saturday and *Sinday throwing rain at the clouds while we let time trickle away wastefully out the hour Glass.
But when going against the grain is like running into a sand storm, we would rather let the days die like they weren't worth remembering
Like a vapour, memories fade away In a clumping mass of evaporating grey
call me a fool for standing in a sand storm traping trickling time in the hour glass faster than it falls as I make Many more colorful memories.
Gaze as I turn the dam ocean upside down Repouring the rain I caught into the clouds As I burn the tie fray the noose loosen the lead leave the leash round societies neck And I burn it with my own brand.
Time is valuable, so don't let others and their ideas or expectations steal your time, don't live a nine to five life, each day is a colorful memory to be made.