Hopeless Cause

by Columbine

The living never listen
All they care about is special effects
They don't believe in the past
The future annoys them
They consider the present irrelevant
Just a means to an end
They're ignorant, stubborn, and happy about it
Is this why we envy them so?
All that energy and determination
If only it could play itself out freely
Without reinventing the wheel
Hitting the wall
Falling down the same hole over and over
So we talk to them in song lyrics
Stuff maps under their pillows
Drop books on their heads
All but play puppets with them
But they love their inventing
Cherish their nosebleeds
Fall for the sheer falling of it
The living are crazy as bedbugs
Oh, to be crazy again

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