Day to day,
My life’s a faded photograph
Always watching for the birdy.
My mind’s oil and canvas,
Thoughts tangled in the brushstrokes:
A mess of color and emotion
Unclear til I’m lost among the cosmos,
Detached from my sense of self
Exchanged for a taste of the infinity 

You think you've got this figured out
Surviving for another day, but
This day to day living has me dizzy on the routine:
Never lifted higher, only drowning further in
The need to gain a meaning or a dollar.

No. I won’t fall for this trick of the self:
A falsified version of acceptance and idiosyncrasy.
The American dream is nothing but a scam,
Gaining just to gain, never knowing how
Our psyche’s screaming out,
Suffocated by an unquenchable lust for the good life.

This day to day, I don’t know how to navigate.
Forced smiles and laughs - a mask for depression.
There’s more to life than the need to survive.
Please open up your blind eyes to see past the 2D
Version of living you've been forced to satisfy.

Day to day. Day to day.
I think I’m going crazy.
Day to day. Day to day.
Caught in a web of
Ambition and delusion.
Day to day. Day to day.
A broken record always spinning,
Lost with the mantras of
Would have’s, should have’s,
And never will’s