Walk away and displace from the world waiting to be late
Talk as you may your thinking isn’t straight

Everyone owes you something but really nothing
Believing you’re free can you see you are confining

Talents you are given are misconstrued
What is your worth if you’re only in it for you

The feeling is good when you haven’t been caught
How would it be if you were snatched up and left to rot

Abusing all that is right to you and anyone that come along too
Using the sum that would do anything for you

Hope you won’t be a waste when it becomes too late
Not holding yourself to a high enough rate

I can tell you have only fell
Reserve from what is compelled and you might be well