“Be interested,” everyone tells me,
but this interest is so hard to be found;
There is only apathy.

Inspiration does not come easily;
Maybe I can just hide for a while; I won’t make a sound.
“Be interested,” everyone tells me.

Soon I’ll be out and into a bigger sea,
 yet I don’t feel like going anywhere but Down.
There is only apathy.

It seems so long I’ve dreamed to be free;
now my wings feel too comfortable with being bound.
“Be interested,” everyone tells me.

The days drag along, moving much to slowly.
I just wish some passion could be found -
there is only apathy.

Only a while left ‘til I am free,
but Freedom is still a scary sound.
“Be interested,” everyone tells me,
But there is only apathy.