Waste of Space
Might as well clear up the clutter.
Born too early to travel the stars,
Born too late to explore the earth,
I’m just in time to lay in bed,
Waiting to die.
Far too old to believe I have meaning,
Far too young to fulfill a purpose,
I’m just the right age
Not to matter.
Not quite awake enough for knowledge,
Not yet asleep enough for avoidance,
I’m just conscious enough
To hate everything.
