I'm wasting green
I'm wasting time
I'm burning gas
I'm burning drive
I'm without cause
I'm without spite
I lack the right
To lose my mind
I'm in a fog
I'm on my side
I'm at a loss
For peace of mind
I tire of the grind
I'm bored with the pitch
I'm amused by the few
And annoyed by the twitch
I fall with the weary
I fall with the worn
I rise with the siren
I rise with the horn
By standards I'm muddled
By figures I'm removed
By scripture I'm rewarded
By fiction I'm abused
I'm simple in my normalcy
I'm different in resolve
At the end of days I'm just a phase
That's simply shaken off.