deep end

sitting on this precipice
hoping that this all just a dream
are we denying who we have come to be?
everyday its the same
get up and get dressed
and head off to work
or to school
just to fend for ourselves
in a world that just hates
to admit its beyond saving
to deny us our fates

inside it hurts just to know
that my whole lifes a lie
based in a fantasy
of living the the life
that's expected of us
9 to 5
eat and then sleep
does it matter which way
that we accomplish this feat
smile and nod
like the sheep that we are
holding onto a sanity
perpetuated in conformity

one foot in front of the other
as the pace begins to increase
gravel to pavement
a path we oft repeat
do you hear them
the heartbeats reverberating
off steel structures and bland walls
do you see the eyes
so glassy and dull
force yourself to believe
that this is all right
accept the reality
thats provided for us
trust the hive mind
the majority is always right
act like there is nothing wrong
and accept life's pitfalls
because we all die
and in the end
it doesn't matter at all

but for one moment
idolize the wrong
contradict what is normal
become the unique
because that moment
can never be stolen from you
and makes one's inevitable death
worthwhile