Is there’s more to life than fiting in the boxes people want me to fit in. Stuck in a cage, envy of the free spirited? Wanting to fly away but my wings are a gimmick? Feeling flawed? Trapped & alone? Future already set? Please tell me there’s more to it.

Is there more to life than smiling crookedly? Living behind the mask, hiding my side of the story? Deep down its itchy, cause i fear having things on my mind when i die. Things i didn’t say but shoud’ve said. Things i shoud’ve done before its time.

More to life than chasing highs & fishing for praise? Star of the moment, I want all the aclaim. Dopamine pumping through my head. I swear i’m not addicted but when life pushs, i take shelter under thrills to hide the pain? What do i gain?

Is there more to life than screaming God loves you, but don’t show it to you. When you share your secrets i listen, but afterwards i gossip behind you? A world of pointing fingers and pointed words. Is there more to life than celebrating sacred holidays, slaughtering lambs, getting drunk and gluttony? Not sharing what’s on my plate?

Tell me there’s more to life than hoping and getting despaired. More to life than the words we exchange? Is ther more to love than lust? More than the ego in the chest, cause i have to keep the ego in check. What’s the point if i love my girl with all my heart but don’t know how my mom is doing?

Hypocrite!!