Choices
I dunno where this came from, I was just bored and pissed off. It's more poetry than song, but hey, I've never posted in here so I thought I'd see what you thought
Days go past, each day we see
As another time, to do what we please
Yet each day passes, another one gone
And you stand no closer than you were before
What is it you want to do with yourself?
I hear This question too much, too much
They pester and haggle and won’t leave me be
Think about your future, your job they say
What do you want to be?
What do I want to be?
I want to live life, I want to be free
Free from the hassle eternally
To see what comes, to wander all day
Live life in the present, that’s What I say
What’s the point in looking through time,
If you don’t spend now in something sublime?
But you can’t make a living from that!
How will you earn money? I won’t
Stand for it!
I never said you had to, it’s my choice,
You know
To hell with your choice, it’s your future!
Does noone else see the irony?
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