we young people in a young world
so much to learn and i aint concerned
one bit, about living life right now as misfit
cause if we grow up now, im gonna miss it
this life, you get only once chance to live it

like having no hands on a clock, my mind’s on lock
impossible to think, thoughts cant flow with no link
like glasses with no lens, no matter how much i blink
my vision gets no clearer as i stare in the mirror
a mirror with no reflection
i guess this is the pinnacle of perfection
when you look at yourself, and find no fault
when you dance with the devil in a toxic waltz
and when the being of sin is unable to corrupt you from within
joyride with lucifer and you concur
with his every thought
yes, im blessed by the creator himself
and like a man with no soul, i long to find myself

my bifocals scope things on another vision
illusioning a different scene with each higher prescription
i aint blind, but rational thoughts you wont find
signed, every imagery inclined to restitute sobriety to my mind
with a watermark blurry as a puddle of mudd
how everyone is changing, there’s no one left thats real.

-bchoy