All is well in my neighborhood, I have nothing to worry about. Until I stop to think, is that really a good thing? At this stage in my life you'd think I have something that I worry about. Everyone has something or someone they worry about. Maybe everything I do has become so nonchalant that I've become so used to feeling like a little kid again. Have I really regressed and lost all sense of responsibility?
I've become very disinterested with showing enthusiasm at work, I'm just over it. Nothing seems to strike my attention anymore, I've grown weary with my surroundings.
I need something to keep me motivated, something that'll spark my interest and give me the fuel I need to drive this train right up the ass of anyone that stands in my way.
It's settled. I need to get back in school. I've had a little too much fun, and to be quite honest I'm bored out of my fucking mind.

You can't stop the race.
People moving in place.
Running a crooked path from place to place to place.
Paved in gold.
The chords from which we hang, weaken everyday.
They beg for strength, but they are blessed by our blade.
Questions on our minds, buildings on the rise.
Diamonds, instead of our eyes and corporate fights.

O' busy, busy, bees walking to and from, what if we close our eyes?
What if we can't wake up?
I hope you all rest in peace.
I hope you find what your looking for.
But if that is all that you got, well, there's got to be more.

They lay carpet that's made of red and we walk paths made of gold
but we are blind just past the nose on this tree covered earth.
Can we disappear from all we got?
We are scattered on God's grace but we are a drip,
we are a flash, we are a mist, we are a speck.
...But we got time.