Expectations

We’re pigs, only able to eat what we’re given 

And born without our consent, dead without relief

Following a path with too much sunshine that blurs my vision 

And carrying an hourglass that tells me neither grief or hope 

Walking along the blueprint of regret as they expect my heart to be empty

But in reality, its overflowed with bitter 

In the end, I’ll be disappointed anyways 

So just let me breathe while the scent of Spring is still here 

 

Once we overcome our masters

A bigger boss is always ahead 

Leashed to a destiny that can never be fulfilled 

Bare hands climbed the mountaintop 

But they watch for me to fly instead 

If I play, I’ll envy my firm friends

And if I work, my head and heart will squeeze

No room for love, no place for anything like peace 

 

Who cares if I have all 7 sins? 

Loss is familiar and when I fall, at least I have relief

“Once you hit the bottom, the only place you can go is up.”
But instead of stumbling on stairs and pulling everyone down with me

Dig a hole and comfort myself in that closed in warmth