Live your life with some purpose Otherwise the shit is worthless (Even the pressure is precious) Some get up Get out Others give up without Much effort just doubt to justify the outcome So what comes out? Only what you put in throughout Your travels through forked routes Blind bends and dead ends So do you make amends or sever ties? Trust no one Or trust that no one ever lies? Do you run or try to overcome your biggest fears? Do you make your presence known Or simply fade and disappear? I think the answer is clear So many paths to choose and influence Your life so reality and dreams are congruent Or at least converging towards one another So you can either make it happen Or sit back and suffer As you watch all the others Make strides and accomplish Whatever they wish With confidence as their accomplice Blame it on their arrogance Pout and call them pompous While you staple copies and bring coffee to their office Regardless… Only you determine if your life is worth it Don’t compare it to a fictional standard of perfect ‘Cuz eventually the hidden defects will surface And the ones who didn’t know will relieve you of service ‘Cuz there’s a surplus of those living lies Who look into the mirror and see all that they despise This bit of reinforcement shouldn’t come as a surprise Though it took a couple decades to finally open my eyes And today I realize…