Short Straws

Clasping short straws
The feelings grow more broad
As we walk, I talk
About my thoughts and the connection they have on my flaws

My walls break down
The further along we draw
The line that gets crossed gets forgiven, are we lost?

Or is the path we've taken just getting crossed
By mixed emotions ever flowing
The pain in my chest is ever growing
Loosens for a day then grabs my face and says
There's only one way you're getting out of this
Dig out the pits they say I'm getting out of breath

The sun attacks my eyes quite gradually
Sadly though I'm getting panicky
Environments change the way I like to see
The people around me
The wind that surrounds we
Who's following who now?
Are we taking the lead or just walking aimlessly?

These days it stays the same
Cos I can't change
You're forced to fade away
Can't face the day
Pretty sometimes when you realise
Takes time and things will start to realign
Outside
Clear skies

Another thorn in a thorn bush
Getting trapped in the four walls look
Guidance is lacking but in this backpack
I've got some buds that'll send us both packing
Trapped in the maze of all this batting away our emotions
Sometimes we need to let the ball hit us square in the face
In order to set the flow in motion
Ever growing like I mentioned before this feeling is ever flowing
We're getting tokens passed down to us
With a message from the man who says let go it's no fuss!

But who wants to lose control nowadays
The culture of instant information traps us into this feeling
That we've always gotta be connected
Never stretched, always directed
By some greater being
Is anyone else seeing what I'm seeing?

We're fastly losing sight and it's frightening
Not quite right and it's rapidly tightening
The grip on us they say is built on trust
But what's trust if it's one way?
I've got a feeling that we might have just turned down the wrong way

I find myself grasping at straws tryna find a brighter day
It was overcast for time but the sky is clear today
I'm shouting godspeed!
Out the window of your Mini Cooper
Margiela shades will bring the mood up
It's only temporary like most things
I drew the short straw from my drink
Take a nice sip of the champagne
I might think
Pour up to poor health, I might sink
Got us out here drowning in our sorrows like we can't swim

I guess that's how we all get humbled
When you're young and over-troubled
Always seem to cringe at my slip ups, like all the bags I've fumbled
I can't be mad I stumbled
This was the straw I got saddled with
There's people in poorer countries who cannot get medicine
We got first world trauma
It makes me feel that my straw is shorter
That's what the world has taught us
I pray my sons and daughters can sort it out
The clouds are gone the sky is clear and sun is out
So we can smile for now

These days it stays the same
Cos I can't change (can't change)
You're forced to fade away
Can't face the day (face the day)
Pretty sometimes when you realise
Takes time and things will start to realign
Outside, there's
Clear skies

Safe