It’s easier when I don’t think.
It‘s easier when I had a drink.
It’s easier when I just don’t care at all.
I wonder what it takes to make it
I wonder sometimes for the sake of it
I wonder far too much than I really should
So why, why do we let this happen?
We boil it up and don’t relieve the pressures.
But when there’s time, time to make a difference
It’s status quo that takes the least of effort.
And now I’ve seen it, now I’ve read the stories
From great to dust, and from dust to glories.
And as I pen this cheerless speculation
I contemplate my plan for preservation.
Why should I build on a house already too tall?
Foundations will fracture, a structure that’s risen to fall.
Amid brickwork ruins I’m still not proving myself.
Collating all the reasons for and reasons not to take a different path.
I’ll watch the chances come and go, they draw me in, I slowly let them pass.
I just wait another day, thinking one will fall my way; my friend tomorrow.
And if no-one can decide for me my future
I’ll sit here and just stare at my computer.
I draw my inspirations from the faults of others
Whilst no-one gets to really see my colours.
In a crude assessment of the current landscape
I could sign away my future with a phony handshake,
Or take a peek at where the greener grass is
Where vehement fools are paid just to kiss asses.
If eroded popularity’s no issue
(and) if you don’t think anyone will really miss you
Then betterment professionally’s an option:
A seamless and a viable adoption.
But cynicism rarely breeds contentment.
Fill up with comfort and overflow resentment.
A fire door should never be left open
But when it is it only leaves you hoping.
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