Wasted

Wasted Verse 1 Days away, always days away Destiny just out of reach and yet attainable Trying to break past the current Stay afloat, to something more sustainable Reading too far in to what I achieve Gauging my worth on the basis of accomplishments Waiting for my life to become what I believe Self approval biases of a material sense of confidence Putting my voice to melody to make life sing As I write letters to the void yet ignored While I reinvent the terms to convey the madness Writing from vantage points Subjects discovered and over explored Lost for the color in living when routines are bored When breathing has a price tag that I can barely afford Pre Chorus What’s the purpose, when it’s all worthless As we drone on in spirals, scarcely worth while Hide your sadness in your madness Sell me your eyes in your filtered smile Chorus Working in the ruts we’re stuck in, like the trenches of an uphill battle Mundane war stories of melodramatic decay Herded like systemically conditioned cattle Another dawn, another wasted day Verse 2 Self centered in orbit when we’re the sun in our own sky Selling the joys we market in the digital form Self exploiting voyeur hearts, like spy verses spy It’s the greener grass verses the bigger storm Sell me your life and make me believe that it is true Curated images of fraudulent identity from a broken point of view Collective photo albums cataloging lies making up the fiction that is you Small fox vices, television, scrolling, glutton appetites All the vanity that money can buy Chasing fools gold and black lights Occupying our existence until we die Pre Chorus What’s the purpose, when it’s all worthless As we drone on in spirals, scarcely worth while Hide your sadness in your madness Sell me your eyes in your filtered smile Chorus Working in the ruts we’re stuck in, like the trenches of an uphill battle Mundane war stories of melodramatic decay Herded like systemically conditioned cattle Another dawn, another wasted day Bridge Investments in occupations for leisure summits of idle time Docile enjoyments of inaudible cravings of sublime Writing empty stories as we fill volumes with blank lines Chapters scribed in blood, marching to the beat of the daily grind Seeking something more to cut loose from this spell When the carnal empire is just a designer prison cell In decline, the glory, the heights from which we fell Green paper for blue prints for a state of the art hell Pre Chorus What’s the purpose, when it’s all worthless As we drone on in spirals, scarcely worth while Hide your sadness in your madness Sell me your eyes in your filtered smile Chorus Working in the ruts we’re stuck in, like the trenches of an uphill battle Mundane war stories of melodramatic decay Herded like systemically conditioned cattle Another dawn, another wasted day Chorus Working in the ruts we’re stuck in, like the trenches of an uphill battle Mundane war stories of melodramatic decay Herded like systemically conditioned cattle Another dawn, another wasted day Outro Wake me up from this dysfunction when we’re dying before we even know Projecting onto the whole what truest resides in me Harvesting a garden of weeds for every flower that won’t grow Unbind from the root till I become who I’m called to be…