Bored 
Distract myself with what is given 
Corpse 
All my ideas stay unwritten 
I can try harder, I can be better, I can do more but I know I won't 
And I know apathy, and I know acceptance and a lack of motivation is what they want. 

I can have beliefs and I can 
wear them on my sleeve but 
I will do nothing about them just 
stay in an look at screens. 
This life spent basking in the blue light. 

I can speak of change 
but in the end I feel ashamed 
because although I can explain 
I do not act on what I say 
waste of time is hearing what is on my mind. 

Mind, active trapped inside a stationary body. 
Down and out, I feel a constant sense of waiting. 

Pious reflections on thing I have only [bad word] to understand, 
Riotious hypocricy bubbling from the lips of a lazy young man.