Nothing Will Ever Happen to Me

Nothing will ever happen to me. 

I go on, 

no consequences, 

no responsibilities. 

Except there are. 

It's too late, isn't it, 

to get away. 

What draws us to it?

It's a perpetual motion, 

a wanted, 

but never did. 

It'd burn our lifetimes out-

they know it destroys 

responsibilities and consequences. 

You're a burden, 

nothing but yellowed paper,

all by your lonesome.