It’s hard to resist the temptation of my self induced expiration
When the more I see, the more it makes me want to give up and run away.
Maybe my consciousness is just a waste of mind
Talking to walls of weak excuses
I’m worrying, wondering what the use is
If everyone is capable of selective seeing
In order to sustain a luxurious state of being
As if there’s no impending peril if it can’t be seen yet
And the more I see the more it makes me
Want to give up and run away
Maybe an effort is just a waste of time.
But at least
Some ones trying
In response to prevailing blind complicity
I find I’m sacrificing my own earthly responsibilities
In order to achieve comfort socially or find I am left lonely
Pointless
Purposeless
Trivial time
Well I am still breathing
So it’s still worth trying
To overcome the trap of persistent distraction
Preventing my ideas from evolving into action
Well I am only one small crumb
And who will see what I get done?
No one but me will see the world that I see
We are all alone
And all almighty
Creators, composers of Life, existentially
The more I see the more it makes me want to get up and do something
Maybe my pessimism was just a waste of time
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