Lost Realist
by Trapt
A purpose, we might see it as the goal, or maybe a place to stop on a long road. There is a need…everyone gets it to a degree…that ambition to make or participate in something meaningful…to live a complete life…we can attribute it wanton ambition, desperation, or even simple, unbending belief in something that should happen. No take a snapshot of one average day. How many minutes do we sit and waste…wondering…hypothesizing…daydreaming. I of course and talking about myself, only being privy to the thoughts of a relatively small portion of some individuals’ thoughts. I wouldn’t claim to be an authority, simply running under the assumption that a significant larger portion of us are subject to the “ooooh Shiny!” syndrome than is actually made public…because if that isnt true…we have a whole planet full of sheeple that are only content to eat, sleep, mate, rinse and repeat. I guess what I think is that it’s expected to not DO anything to improve our standard of living…but it’s an utter travesty to not at the very least consider the feasibility of assisting in the endeavor. Am I wrong? Seriously?!
Life seems to me to be really easy…live, discover, learn, and share the wealth. Am I the emboiment? Hell no…but it’s a goal…
Anyhow, this song stirred the previous mini-rant. Enjoy!
My independence is calling my name
A doubtful voice divides my faith
My independence only hesitates
An unsure choice I can’t embrace
You’re gonna have to carve me,
Carve me from stone
Right to the bone or
I’ll end up alone
Playing the role
Of someone in control
Why do I rush to slow down
Why do I rush to slow down everything
Why do I rush to slow down
Why do I rush to slow down everything
Will the dice ever roll
When will I ever know
Will the plot ever twist
Or will I still resist
I’ve been playing the part of a lost realist
My independence is turning the page
Tomorrow comes we start to fade
My independence only complicates
It’s not enough to meet half way
You’ll have to carve me
Carve me from stone
Right to the bone
Or I’ll end up alone
Playing the role
Of someone in control
Why do I rush to slow down
Why do I rush to slow down everything
Why do I rush to slow down
Why do I rush to slow down everything
Will the dice ever roll
When will I ever know
Will the plot ever twist
Or will I still resist
I’ve been playing the part of a lost realist
I only keep what I give away
I only keep what I give away
Why do I rush to slow down
Why do I rush to slow down everything
Why do I rush to slow down
Why do I rush to slow down
Everything
Will the dice ever roll
When will I ever know
Will the plot ever twist
Or will I still resist
I’ve been playing the part of a lost realist
Why do I rush to slow down
Why do I rush to slow down everything
Why do I rush to slow down
