Sitting on the cold cement, staring face of the future. My fingers are numb, and I can't help but feel apathetic. If there was a god that stared down at our pathetic existence, they wouldn't have the sense to care either.
Play the rules of the game. Solidate your mind with alternate conception.
The bleak winter sky seems as fatigued as I am. Blowing harsh carbon air into my lungs. I don't have any intentions, I don't have a plan. I'm still trying to swim through this sea of shit.
Four walls closing in on me. And I've kept this fire burning with the records on my bookshelf. I can't help but feel my efforts are inadequate. You can have everything to my name. Just give me back a piece of mind.
I don't even know what to think of this. The moisture is seeping through my black canvas shoes. Degrees lost to time, apologies are useless to the answers.
Thawing through my pains of aggression, this city has a face but it hasn't seen the light of day. Progressive thoughts try to stay warm in my heart. Thawing through my pains of agression. Because everything has been left unsaid.