Lost

With success comes hinderance. 

As blasphemous as it seems. 

Masses of self esteem caught up in a drought. 

Stick to the line and the walls will break your path.

There is no curve around them it seems, as that is just a faf. 

It's a laugh really how people can run out of space

Yet look for ways to make it rather than turning to the other way to face

Scary how we stop in opportunity and go in endless loops

Just to feel progress when progress is vector not scalar. 

Endlessness is endless, what did you expect. 

To come to an end and nothing more, nothing less. 

Righteous is ones brain, to make the wrong right path. 

Impatiently cut through the trees rather than stay on the roads. 

Harming others and calling us drivers selfish. 

The fuck you mean selfish, you sell fish to feed your fish. 

You sell seeds to buy the plant, sell life for happiness. 

Without life is happiness actually happiness. 

Pseudo living in a pseudo world

Absurdly living just to avoid the burn. 

Jump the fence rather than make the turn. 

Steal the dice rather than wait your turn. 

Let others bleed until it's your turn. 

To lead or weed the life of others, that should never have been agreed. 

People to control how you see your life and others, is just greed. 

Give freedom by bringing children up on biased views and collect the byproduct and call it the seed.

To plant the poisonous hope into more of the new to show them the poisonous ways. 

Smell like honey yet snap like jaws and free others lives by closing doors. 

Wars and laws to bore a hole. 

To core the sore and burn it more

To hold the light in front and let them fall into the pit behind. 

You should fall, forget it all, and fall into the dark with your false fucking light.