To Survive '19

You regret your past self or lack thereof of one even though you did what it took to survive I'm privileged and able to see things from afar as I wander through a decade when we still believe in art There was a greater purpose for all the make-belief and lies for all the things we did in those days to survive I'm writing for your past self for the few who read these lines trying to convince you to keep your grasp on life The religious they were shocked God is given a last chance And they keep it on their pillow as a gun or love's first dance There was a hidden basement beneath the house of cards and we took there to refuge in order to survive The intellectuals on Plato were appointed to the task But what happens when the questions proved wrong to even ask We're keeping all the big words in front of feeble minds That's all it takes to trigger their algorithmic finds There was a lovely lady we forced her hands to drive and hid behind a map our urge to survive We're soaking up the liver we're pestering the lungs To find a steady moment when all of life is sung The return takes its place the switch of light gets flicked shoes and clothes come off Yet the thought is all but kicked The days were getting slow the world was wrong and fast and we threw out of the window the desire to survive I've counted all the lives and I know that they are five But who dictates the prisons you should use in order to survive