Pond

The bottom of the pond They’re wondering where I’ve gone They thought about trying to find me but it was just a passing thought I hate my own body But I am fucking lazy I sit here wanting change but just keep doing the same damn thing What’s the use in trying to survive if we don’t do what makes us feel alive? All the time I had was lost I’m wondering where it’s gone I wear a watch for structure but I don’t do the things I want