Someday. I’m tired of that word.
Someday should be today.
I don’t want to wait. Wonder and hate.
Where I could be and what I could see.
Is stagnant really my fate?
My heart is yearning and mind is burning,
For the sights and sounds of elsewhere.
To see sights and sounds, feet on the ground.
Not planning for life to take me there.
Am I destined to rot, in a job rooted spot,
Eyes molded by a bright monitor?
My thoughts wrapped up in what bill’s coming up?
Or the blackness inside of my heart?
The longer I contain, this strong aching pain,
The more I think to myself,
I’m tired of living the textbook fucking life
That society says it should be.
And why should it be?
Who’s to tell me where my freedoms should be?
Why “someday” instead of “now”!
I should have to be fucking 50
Before my life is worth living somehow.