Blind with Both Eyes Open

I sit here and imagine a greater place

I wallow in the torrent of what I have done

Future dreams of those that came before me

Prey on these lines

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Wallow alone in what I consider deep

But it’s only me

These things come to mind when I’m not around this board

They leave as soon as it comes into sight

 

I have no future

I’ll slave till I’m sixty-five

Never thought of it

Just trying to get by

But what if what you do never pays

I guess we will be living under the line

There I will lay down and die

No strength in me

Not like the other guys

I’m sure I’ll just wither away

And never be remembered

But here I sit

With stomach ulcers and guilty behavior

Nothing will ever change

I am doomed to the same ending as those that came before me

 

Our attention span has dwindled

We have no time

Three of four minutes is all we have

Just give it to me now and let me check it out later

We are all the same

No originality

Only privilege no rights