The sun beats down
Cars go past and with them, time
It's growing late and business is as it has been
One or two customers, looking for fresh fruit
Cooking an important meal
Cooking for themselves
It doesn't matter
But I don't care about their fruit
I sit here and idly think of scenarios too impossible to be lived
I create vast expanses of terrain in my mind
Coupled with characters too amazing to exist and spectacular momentous occasions I can only dream of
Why
If only I could live to this height
I couldn't try
I couldn't start
I couldn't
Exaggerate my current style of life
Now I'm working 9 to 5
Without a while to write
And my time
Is so needed that my sleep is sporadic at best
Everyone I see pop percocet to relax
Take addy for tests
Yes
And I'm still praying I'm blessed
But this mess cannot be fixed without acting direct
And I guess if there's a god then I'm doing what I need to do
But tell me what to do  if what you believe doesn't believe in you?
Speaking truth
When all I hear are lies
If you're hiding your intentions I can see it in your eyes
You despise a lot of things while you love very few
Cry yourself to sleep at the mention of blues
And the bar that you have raised is unspeakably high
Speaking of high, have you smiled when you're sober or hit the bottle when you cried
It's alright
The cold continue polarizing
Smoke is rising as the faces socializing
Take note
Do what you love
Love what you do
Generic advice, if it works then I need some proof