Randi

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