So blissfully
Stuck in their daze
Refusing to notice their ways
Living pointless days

Do you feel like the rat in that maze

A long pitch black haze

On a dead porch we lay
Its all in our dismay
Its your mind thats nasty
All in what you say

At what point is it okay
To truly pack up and walk away

My mind was a game at which you wanted to play
But im not some moldable clay
But hey
My daze you wont downgrade

My energy will stay saved
I remain sun bathed
Luck to be unscathed

All by your rage
I disengage
Time to flip our page