There has got to be something more than this routine of booze and lazing around.

Doing nothing of substance.

Nothing of great value.

Nothing of importance.

Who am i to look up to.

Who am i to admire.

When everyone is the same shallow idiot.

Talking about dreams and goals yet taking no action at all.

What kind of respect does that deserve.

The same respect i would give a hobo.

I guess I’ve concluded

That All in all,

You’re just another brick in the wall.

Our bodies like roots of trees

Laced and intertwined

til our roots are inseparable. 

You’re all i’ve ever needed

So close, So deep.

I will be brave

I will not let anything

Take away

What’s standing in front of me

Every breath

Every hour has come to this