1/18/14

waiting for this day to end
waiting for the newest trend
waiting for our lives
to finally begin

day by day and year by year
we wonder what we're doing here
just mulling over matters made
terribly unclear

we're asking why and rolling eyes
exchanging glares and petty smiles
staking claim to do or die
just desperate to survive

sitting in the corner chair
we're judging strength and weight and hair
all claiming, lying, making like we just don't care

every day we're suffering
pretending it's enough and we
all lie inside to keep our egos up and running

x and y and butterflies
and chemistry and grammar lies
and waiting for the clock to strike
3:45

we sit and stare and try not to think
pretending like we don't see
the way the here and now will keep
making us who we'll be

we try to say today won't matter
amid the mess of endless chatter
the shunning and the running
and that nauseating playful banter

through it all maybe we'll actually learn something
every moment in this world is a choice

and through it all maybe we're finding
we've got the strength to get up off the ground

so while I'm
waiting for this day to end
waiting for the newest trend
waiting for my life
to finally begin

I'll put aside that age old lie
choose to break free and fly
up and up into that
bright blue sky

I'll smile when I mean it
and even when I cry
knowing it won't be the last time
at least I'll be living
more than the shadow of a life