Why do I keep doing this to myself?
What makes me get up every morning
And do it all over again?
Why can't today be any different?
I could pack my bags and hit the road,
Leave that empty-hearted dream of psychology behind.
I'll become a sort of rolling stone,
And go wherever that beautiful wind tells me to go.
I'd disentangle myself from this maze
Where individuality is shunned
And science and technology reign over all.
Or maybe I'll continue to sit here,
Allowing my creativity to slowly die out
Until there is only a flicker of a flame left.
That sounds more like me.
That's just what I'll do,
Just like every other day.
Maybe I'll try to solve this equation
And let myself die a little. |
Submission Name: What Motivation?
