Sitting in vain, or so I call it
Sitting and waiting, is inaction a falling?
There's reasons, I swear, I know why I do
I'm not a slave to beliefs, I don't want it to be true
At least I'm not fat, a slovenly pig
Taking care of at least one; my body and fit
Am I vain? I swear I am
Do I want to change? It's not my plan
Am I mean? I think it's not so
Is there a chance? Let's fucking go
No compassion for losers,
If losing isn't trying
If losing is excuses,
and self-delusional lying
If losing is acceptance of mediocrity and crying
If losing is accepting the worst of the world and not flying
I want to be good, and I want to be better,
I want to accel and I want to be clever(?)
I pray that I soar, and I pray that I dive
To the depths of myself, and of the world the most high
Am I perfect? No way. Am I awesome? All day.
Do I forget? All the time. Do I remember? When I shine.