Daydreaming

I spend my time daydreaming, a routine void of meaning.
You can’t slow down when you’re not moving at all.
My feet are nailed to the floor and things have been
The same way since i can recall.

I waste my time and imagine that i haven’t been stuck
For so long. i wish that i was less wrong about that.

Why can’t i just move along like everyone around me
Seems to do, while i’m stuck here, exhausted, trying
Desperately to rupture through the cage that i feel i’m stuck in?
I scream but no one hears my pleading cry so i’ll just fall back asleep tonight.

I don’t know that i’ll ever be able to break these shackles off.
And i’m not sure if i did, i’d even know which way to walk.

My mind is growing weak and the things around all
Look the same to me.

Why can’t i just move along like everyone around me
Seems to do, while i’m stuck here, exhausted, trying
Desperately to rupture through the cage that i feel i’m stuck in?
I scream but no one hears my pleading cry so i’ll just fall back asleep tonight.