There’s nothing that I cannot lose
There’s nothing I need to prove
Paralysed by my own thinking
That all I can be doing is drinking.
I’m not talking about a person or a place,
I’m only realising what could be made at this age.
I’m still so afraid of everything, yet I’m a lot more confident.
Its ok to be wrong but we as a society persecute them as the norm.
I’m not another box in your form.
Family is a subtle beast.
I finally understand why they wish to be this age.
There’s a promise, there’s limbo that next year they will not give you.
They’re going to force you to conform but right now
I’m as free as I’m going to be,
the world at my feet, I can still achieve my dreams.
I hope things will change but I fear that they won’t,
Everything that’s tangible seems so important but it’s an illusion
We are all just humans in vast universe,
We are not special but it fits a narrative.
You’re disillusioned by the distractions they provide and so am I
and none of this matters as we exist in a dying planet,
in which we are desperate to make a mark,
Well making the wrong choices and fucking up to me that’s my art.