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