I'm young, I'm a student
And there's a lot of things that I'm unsure about in this world
But I think I'm opening my eyes a little bit
And you know
I think we're all lost
We're blinded by previous losses
Failures binded by gossamer, too arachnophobic to cross 'em
We don't pull up on the draw bridge
They're set alight once we cross them
And we head straight into the flame
Once we realize how much it costs us
I didn't mean to accost you
My thoughts are strung wide
And stick to fleetingness like candied cotton
Like a sleigh ride
I brace my laughs against realities of biting frost
Long nights where I turn and toss,
Exhausted by a life of 9-5s and careless bosses
Hate capitalism, but I am capitalism
Got a thousand hustles
My mental muscles are atrophying
I miss the kiddish days when my only catastrophe
Was wondering where the fruit snacks were at in the groceries
And now oblivion is a novelty
Honesty is stupidity
Seal your lips shut for some glittered liquidities
Trust in faceless corporations, servitude close to slavery
And live in a world where dissatisfaction equals bravery
I'm tired of all the maybes
I'm wired and ready to say some things that feel a little unsavory
I'm leaning away from half-truths
I'm speaking my mind confined inside my room
Diffuse rebellious messages to the disillusioned youth
Civil desisting
People are comfy with distance
This is what limits the strength of resistance
Ignorance is bliss but never replaces
The distillation of our organizations
We can't be suffice in the suppression of the voices that suffer
Nor beg their forgiveness
Idleness transformed into more of a chronic illness
I am not a savior or martyr or idol, I'm just as idle
But I will rival with society in poetic libel
Rise from unconscious uniformity, address my denials
A spike in my vitals, I'm no longer primal, I'm shaking off my bridle
We won't ever be ready to break through these cycles
To battle century-old archetypals
Embrace unsteadiness, grasp onto the heady feel of adrenaline
Mettlin' with the pedals of societal regimen
Question the bigot up in the office
Attend at a primary or a caucus
244 years and our nominees blabber about how big their cock is
Redlining, blue sirens, and whitewashes
Awash in a sea of declining promise
Whatever a politician promises is often a lie by the dishonest
But I'm not really bespoke in wokeness
I'm more semi-unconscious
Drowsy, distorted conscience
Stretching and shaking off my nausea
A widening of my options
My eyes glimmer, but in caution
I'm a novice starting by backing away from the nonsense