Precipitate

When I was young, I had it made.
My only pain came from the sky when it was gray.
But now I’ve moved slow, I’m filled with hurt.
Each day, I bury myself more and more with dirt.

What if I died?
My name would fade.

I can not rest until I know that it is safe.
I barely sleep, just getting by.
Cause when I dream, I wake up.

The sky is gray every day.
Precipitate, I wait for rain.
The world expects much from me.
So let’s pretend what I’ll be.

So many people out here have been watching me for years.
And they have watched me fail, as I work on my tale.
Get the story straight, I’m not a fucking waste.
I’m a kid with a path, I pave myself.
So now you’re up to date, but still you’re in my way.
Stand aside, move along, I don’t need help.