Discontent with what I am coerced to be
A textbook image of mediocrity
Unable to escape the trappings of my un-chosen entity
Nurtured from birth into this mould too hard to escape
I will never be free
Never see through the eyes of the untainted and untrained
Never see through the eyes of one not guilty
Not guilty of this gross lifelessness
Is this life even worth living?
A life, that has no doubt been lived before
And will be lived again countless times
I am nothing new
Discontent with what I am coerced to be
A textbook image of mediocrity
Unable to escape the trappings of my un-chosen entity
Can I break free from the same?
To push, or to pull?
To ascend, or to stagnate?
And why am I burning with this hate?
For we are the flawed
We are my greatest disappointment... my greatest disappointment.
It's almost like each life is a waste
Playing out the game to no victory
Why do we even bother?
Just bees serving the malignant hive
Discontent with what I am coerced to be
A textbook image of mediocrity
Unable to escape the trappings of my un-chosen entity
We are the dismal
We are the embodiment of lust
We are the sordid
And I am burning with this hatred, for we are the flawed
We are my greatest disappointment... my greatest disappointment.
Will I become a textbook image of mediocrity?

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