Necktie

Mister Apathy, please try to realize
This is not the life your former self wanted for you to reside
Always organization
Always a set sequence
But, no guarantee you've began to find yourself
Or even began to live
Rich pocket, pour soul, this is what we're aiming for
A lifetime of shadows projected on a wall to see
Does not give you the slightest taste of truth not true reality
Fixed obligations and set paths are stepping blocks not concrete walls
But, if it gives me release and energy then I'll gladly follow along
Cause now the only things we'll hold onto
Will be sad excuses for memories
If only emotion could be captured in time
Arms crossed, we search for something more
We aim eyes closed, but there is no purpose
Screams of "hold on, hold on, hold on" are muffed out
That second hand must have been too loud
Because these hours fly by with minutes now
Even the blood coming from my screaming lungs
Succumbs to evaporation
But, I can still breathe in
And I think this hearts beating
There must be a reason