Waking up to waiting but
That is not me
I have to do lots of things
To pump life, meaning
Gotta hit the books, gotta get the looks
Longing for the fame, while striving for the grade
Why can’t I eat the cake of pleasure
When I just baked this treasure?
Why can’t I be good but a lil bad too?
Why do I have to be convicted
But condoned at my perch?
Why do I need two opinions to determine dominion?
I just want peace, peace of mind
To settle the time, have that silent sublime
I just want some alone time.
Too many peeps o’er my shoulder.