I'm young, I'm a student And there's a lot of things that I'm unsure about in this world But I think I'm opening my eyes a little bit And you know I think we're all lost We're blinded by previous losses Failures binded by gossamer, too arachnophobic to cross 'em We don't pull up on the draw bridge They're set alight once we cross them And we head straight into the flame Once we realize how much it costs us I didn't mean to accost you My thoughts are strung wide And stick to fleetingness like candied cotton Like a sleigh ride I brace my laughs against realities of biting frost Long nights where I turn and toss, Exhausted by a life of 9-5s and careless bosses Hate capitalism, but I am capitalism Got a thousand hustles My mental muscles are atrophying I miss the kiddish days when my only catastrophe Was wondering where the fruit snacks were at in the groceries And now oblivion is a novelty Honesty is stupidity Seal your lips shut for some glittered liquidities Trust in faceless corporations, servitude close to slavery And live in a world where dissatisfaction equals bravery I'm tired of all the maybes I'm wired and ready to say some things that feel a little unsavory I'm leaning away from half-truths I'm speaking my mind confined inside my room Diffuse rebellious messages to the disillusioned youth Civil desisting People are comfy with distance This is what limits the strength of resistance Ignorance is bliss but never replaces The distillation of our organizations We can't be suffice in the suppression of the voices that suffer Nor beg their forgiveness Idleness transformed into more of a chronic illness I am not a savior or martyr or idol, I'm just as idle But I will rival with society in poetic libel Rise from unconscious uniformity, address my denials A spike in my vitals, I'm no longer primal, I'm shaking off my bridle We won't ever be ready to break through these cycles To battle century-old archetypals Embrace unsteadiness, grasp onto the heady feel of adrenaline Mettlin' with the pedals of societal regimen Question the bigot up in the office Attend at a primary or a caucus 244 years and our nominees blabber about how big their cock is Redlining, blue sirens, and whitewashes Awash in a sea of declining promise Whatever a politician promises is often a lie by the dishonest But I'm not really bespoke in wokeness I'm more semi-unconscious Drowsy, distorted conscience Stretching and shaking off my nausea A widening of my options My eyes glimmer, but in caution I'm a novice starting by backing away from the nonsense