Written October 29, 2008

I've got a forbidden future
Lies of ommission permeate the air
Surveys ask "Where do you see yourself in 5 years?"
The answer: I don't
I will be someone else in five years

Not the person I am today
This hardened shell with a fragile heart
My defense for sadness is anger
If only I could show my fears without making it a tackle
Personal foul
And I'm mixing up the games
Again

I watched the curb rush towards me and I felt my rage
Like a diamond that slices through glass
A diamond in the rough you still say at this stage?
A diamond in the rough, my ass

Wading and wandering
Waiting and I'm wondering

Who will I be tomorrow?
In five years I don't see myself