IN A JAIL OF MUNDANE
Nothing was bad enough to make me change,
Nothing was extreme enough to jolt me into living
Counting down to the weekend,
And then wasting the weekend
𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭,
Being busy filling my life with unimportant shit
Then complaining that I didn’t have enough time,
Spending money on shit that didn’t make me happy
And then complaining I didn’t have enough money
We wait for something outside of us to change us
And it never comes, so we keep waiting
Tomorrow…
Tomorrow…
We get pissed off because we’re chasing ‘happy’
And then annoyed at our partner when they don’t make us happy
𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥
Trying to convince yourself that you should be grateful for the things you have
And feeling guilty when you’re not
Because you know you’re capable of so much more
That the world could be your oyster
If you’d only shuck the thing!
As comfortable as it might be,
It’s a jail of mundane
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧!