Why do people not care?
We get that life’s not fair, they say to fare with the life given, to what’s there
I understand, that’s fine
But what about the life that was promised to be mine?
The life I was told I can control
The one thing we were given, our volition
To put it into fruition
To find ourselves in a position
To live based on ambition
I’m guessing that I have to accept the dream that’s fictitious
But we still can’t help but be ambitious
The zeal that’s natural to feel
The point is, liberty isn’t real
We’re prisoners from the outside in
Because when adversity comes our way,
When we think we can predict
The solutions to the hardship
It turns out it’s true what they say, nothing gold can stay.
