Grounded Even 1

This is the rest of our lives Yet they pin us down Do it, they say Be whatever, however Be with whomever, however Just to have a title And not to be questioned Because of these damned timelines Don't rush us We actually have nowhere to be We don't have to actually belong There, at that corner there Just a little space, we need it So that we can peer, search, look In dismay and owe Whilst hibernating and being The deviants! Of course it will be hard It already is Don't lump us with the devil and evil spirits They will become fathoms, With the ability to drag down even living lions What makes it so hard to believe, That we as humans on our own are capable of being, what you perceive, defective Of course they will ask a lot of questions Questions to answers they don't actually care for Answers they can't comprehend Because when it actually came down crumbling They fell and relented They didn't question or prob Or they actually found what they were looking for Just under the neck of time Without question or trial Conforming to societal ideal Yet some us struggle Whatever for we don't know All we know is what we are being given isn't it Even if we end up buying the counterfeit This has nothing to do with right or wrong It has everything to do with personal conviction Doesn't matter we end up falling