Just being is exhausting,
Never feeling,
Head too heavy to lift,
Can’t get away from the reality we’re in
Cloudy excuses,
Mild muses
We don’t live life
Not any more
Not after our generation’s
Party and booze
Way back when
Life was simple
That’s what I wish for
Times of real living and breathing
Not coasting until we invent a new high
Until we create misery at it’s finest
