Live and Regret

Well I said I would write some poetry for this blog, so I guess I should.

Live and Regret

Born into the society
Great expectations brought down
Into the mold.
Warm clay in the hands of
The master,
The man who looks at your house when the lights are on at night
And wonders what you're doing.
The eyes of the world.

Growing to fit but
You wern't made for it.
Patching up something that
Shouldn't be.
At least acording to your neighbor
And the principal
You should be studying.
It's 7:30 and this test is gonna screw you're interm.

Sometimes I wounder
When the night hits the day
Why does it matter
How you do it what way
In the heart of disaster
What matters?

But thoughts only go so far
Carrying them out
Rarely happens.
Some say the crazy can pull it off
The burden crushing upon them.
You'd do anything for change
But not that...

Labels slapped on
They can see it in your eyes
Other people know you're not ment for here
They can see it in your skull deep inside
Like a sensor setting them off.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Drilling into you're brain while all this time
They wish inside they could be like
The birds.

Flying away like the birds.

But the pressure molds clay
Stuck on the hill
Erosion takes place in form of
The rain of conformity.

Time goes by life ends life stops
Life reunites
Love is fleeting
Life is a wink of the eye
Of the world.

In a wink you thought you could mean something
In a wink.

But now, sitting on your bed
It's 7:30 and this could be the last one you ever see.
And as youre mind wanders on the edge of the clouds
Did it really matter?

You wish you would have lived now.
You're neighbor's lying in the bed beside you.
His son sitts at home staring at the wall
Shifting shapes and the rain pours down.
Down
Down
Down
Great expectianions.