How far down does the rabbit hole go?
I know I’m only twenty years young but I really feel old.
A decade ago I’d say that there’s so much to live for.
A family in the suburbs is all that made up my scoreboard.
But that tantalizing dream has really ended up a sham.
Sucking dick after dick to meet the top?
What a scam.
So now my priorities shift.
I’ve lost the drive for the gold.
But who’s to say I need it?
It’s just what I’ve been told.
I can’t be swayed by popular belief, it’s not who I am.
I need to come to grips with the fact that I am just a man.
Capable of great feats, but still just animal.
That seems to be overlooked when we say we have souls.
It’s funny how the human brain can rule out reason,
In a time in which it is the most needed reaction.
But that’s not the worst of it; We pry and we hate.
Just because we can’t control ourselves in our own mental state.
How selfish of us.
To think we’re so supreme.
With our shiny swag and new handbag,
There’s more to be seen.
A man that knows himself is a man that knows peace.
Forget about the money and his troubles will cease.
I guess that’s too bad for me, ‘cause I barely know myself.
And although I despise it, I’m concerned with my wealth.
There’s nothing too poetic to be said about life.
It’s just a mindless task,
A faceless mask,
A cold sharpened knife.
And it all comes down to that.
A sad little rhyme.
A little boy inside his mind with far too much time.