Crywank Are Posers

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

Righteous hypocrisy bubbling from the lips of a lazy young man