If  our happiness is   our shield,   mine  is
made of plastic, your's is made of steel
I poured an hour glass out my car
window on the way to class,
thought maybe some free
spirit could catch
my time as I
watched it
fly passed
Because
I'm all
caught
up in this
routine, chasing
after some washed
up dream goin 80 miles
per hour when my hearts set
on 10; if I barely have the motivation
to crawl out of bed how am I to know
which    plans I made and which    have
been   nailed   into   my   b u r i e d    h e a d ?