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



