We exist helplessly,

acting how we want to be.

Pursuing this endeavor,

to become something better.

Moral fall behind us,

money for the poisonous.

Trading lust for love,

dazed by what's above.

Doing anything to cope,

tripping down the slippery slope.

Forced to make decisions

while our mindset needs revisions.

We can barely see,

to be or not to be,

athletic, poetic, apathetic, prophetic,

begging for an anesthetic.

Held by these chains of apathy

unamused by what we're told to be.