With memories of the golden days
Of doing things, and going places
That I never did
Upon trips I didn't take
Paths where upon
That never I left
I do not have an urge to change
Although I could improve
I don't understand the world I live in
There are lies being told as if they are true
The beliefs offered corrupt your being
I don't like the things I am supposed to be
Nor the things I am supposed to do
So why not jump?
I could do it but I've been told that is wrong
So, until I understand it all
I'll stick around
