Apathy

Mindlessly drivin’, coin flip decisions..
Splinting my mind into fractions and divisions..
Do I see ghosts or prophetic visions.?
Contemplating my life on the edge of a high-rise where its just me and the pigeons

Formidably fighting fates fury…
Honourably honing hastes hurry…
Joyfully adjudicating judge ‘n jury…
Wagging war with woeful worry…

Step back from and clear some space in my mind.
Make my own mistakes, ‘cuz it’s better than being led by the blind.
As I try to make heads or tails or these lemmings conducting the daily grind
If I even had even half a reason why I’d give it all up and gladly leave it all behind