Exogenous

like if i could give a fuck

i'd be gone yesterday

given the choice

tomorrow

wouldn't even get a look in

but that choice

is not mine to make

that avenue of escape

it freezes and it taunts me

it teases and it haunts me

it displeases and it daunts me

and if truths were told

i’d be lying

in equal measure

if i’d got away

id be flying

but i’m stuck

in this world

and part of the next

i just gotta do it

that's a given

don't have to like it

that’s another inescapable truth

don't like it all

that's a fact jack

feel it in your gut you fuck

there's your proof

but due to exogenous circumstances

everything you know is now on hold

and never have you ever been so bold

out in the outer out in the cold

and now every scented obsession

every wiggle groan screech and cry

every practiced smile cactus style

every cheap reach and every single try

every single word

that you ever heard

every single crack

every crevice

every simple hack

every mingled pack

a key stroke or two

just between me

just between you

your clay idol is plastic

your kids are born spastic

your future is but a copy pasted

your skills debased and wasted

and then they wonder

why people go round the bend

when they knew

when they knew the whole time