Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
The amount of hours we pour away slaving for the institution we were born into. How much of our lives do we spend doing shit we don’t want to do with people who don’t give a damn about us?
All so we can “earn” the right to food, shelter, and access to all that our communities have to offer from people who want nothing more than to exploit us for power.