BoredDistract myself with what is givenCorpseAll my ideas stay unwrittenI can try harderI can be better I can do more, but I know I won'tAnd I know apathy, and I know acceptance and a lack of motivation is what they wantI can have beliefs and I canWear them on my sleeveBut I will do nothing about them justStay in an look at screensThis life spent basking in the blue lightI can speak of changeBut in the end I feel ashamedBecause although I can explainI do not act on what I sayA waste of time is hearing what is on my mindMind, active trapped inside a stationary bodyDown and out, I feel a constant sense of waitingPious reflections on thing I have only just come to understandRighteous hypocrisy bubbling from the lips of a lazy young man