You’re like a monkey with a miniature cymbal
Five leaves deep but you left earth a while ago
You spin your life’s yarn on a collapsible metal spindle
Add a smile that flows, and subtract a pile of dough
You waste your money on wasting your time
Grind your life away, you pack your belongs and rocket to the moon
But you hit so called “walls” like you were raised as a mime
It’s an acid that’s eating you away and you may be dropping it soon

Copycat syndrome, you cough hairballs of what people want to hear
You follow a map of made up stars, getting signatures of the unfamous
But when you’re left alone is when you end up lost in fear
Walked for miles on a path of communication, but taking the time to listen is extraneous
you checked out months ago, but it feels like yesterday
you’re a synonym for eager, a noun for cooking but a verb for out of alignment
grab the windpipe, squeeze till blue then press and play
looked at the upsides, but forgot to read the fine print

Your attention deficit has to be paid soon, it’s past over due
You clocked out on the green, stooped down in the blue, and crash on the couch
Start backpacking passion and slouch, you’ll fit in with the apathy crew
You walk back inside from a trip to your favorite place, rasping and proud
You place value on illusions, giving way to big problems that seem small and vice versa
Eating cereal with all natural incompetence, you barf lines of inadequate conversation
You’re bent on writing a new story but can’t understand yourself when you write cursive
Stop the facelift, it’s obvious and faked when you grab onto what I say and try and rock our faces