Bored Distract myself with what is given Corpse All my ideas stay unwritten I can try harder, I can be better, I can do more but I know I won't And I know apathy, and I know acceptance and a lack of motivation is what they want.
I can have beliefs and I can wear them on my sleeve but I will do nothing about them just stay in an look at screens. This life spent basking in the blue light.
I can speak of change but in the end I feel ashamed because although I can explain I do not act on what I say A waste of time is hearing what is on my mind.
Mind, active trapped inside a stationary body. Down and out, I feel a constant sense of waiting.
Pious reflections on thing I have only just come to understand, Riotious hypocricy bubbling from the lips of a lazy young man.