Every day is longer,
yet I grow no stronger.
I just want to wander,
but I'm forced to squander
my time away.
Each passing day
there's more decay,
and whose to say
this won't be the end?
We can all pretend
that we don't comprehend
the position we're in.
We are so driven,
and we all have a vision,
but I'm stuck in my kitchen,
watching the world end.