Depositing your rejection of life
unto another man’s plate.
Playing the role of someone you are not.
A stranger in your own world.
A stranger in another.
Look at you, all comfortable and laid back.
Residing in a house built on lies;
a house built with old sticks.
With just a swoosh of a nice, cool breeze
you’ll be out on the streets.
Why force your way into the lives of the innocent?
One day, you will have to face yourself and
your rewards will amount to nothing but dust.