Games We Play
Navigating Life's Puzzle: Struggles, Purpose, and Time
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Yeah, one day at a time, just building it piece by piece
Working on life gradually, step by step
I'm locked up mentally, just looking for a release
Feeling mentally trapped, seeking a way out or relief
Calling the shots, trying to connect the dots
Directing actions, attempting to understand connections
What you would call a victim of my own thoughts
Feeling like a victim of one's own thoughts
Struggling, am I the main character in this life I live
Questioning if one is the central figure in their own life
They take it, but my dumbass continues to give
Continuously giving despite being taken advantage of
Like I said I struggle, this and that I try to juggle
Struggling to handle multiple things at once
Stuck in a muddle, am I heading towards trouble
Feeling stuck and possibly heading towards trouble
It's like the older and older I get
With age, experiencing more forgetfulness
The more I seem to forget
Forgetting one's purpose or meaning in life
What's my purpose, growing up, I thought there'd be more to life than this
Disappointment with life, expecting more while feeling stagnant
But I stand like I'm suffering from rigor mortis
Feeling emotionally or physically paralyzed
They don't know this, better yet, they don't even notice
Others are unaware of personal struggles
So I sit alone on the dock like I'm Otis
Isolating oneself, feeling alone like Otis on the dock
Asking the Big Man if my time will ever come
Questioning fate and wondering if success will ever come
Lost and confused, my emotions are numb
Feeling lost and emotionally numb
It's the same routine, it passes by like every other
Life feels repetitive, each day passing indistinguishably
When I wake up asking why do I even bother
Questioning the purpose of continuing efforts
I'm trying my best and nothing ever adds up
Striving hard but not seeing results
So I sit back, I think I'll go for another cup
Reflecting and taking a break, perhaps with a drink
It's the same routine, it passes by like every other
Similar routine every day, prompting questioning of efforts
When I wake up asking why do I even bother
Doubting the significance of continuing daily activities
I'm trying my best and nothing ever adds up
Feeling efforts are futile despite trying hard
So I sit back, I think I'll go for another cup
Reflecting again, contemplating while taking a break
My mind's decades in the future
Constantly thinking far ahead into the future
As if it couldn't come any sooner
Anticipating the future eagerly
Thoughts of death constantly on my mind
Thoughts of mortality and death frequently present
Like damn, am I running out of time
Worrying about time running out
Thoughts and visions of where I wanted to be
Imagining a different, desired life path
Sadly enough I guess that just ain't the life for me
Realizing that desired life might not be achievable
Time passes by and I just sit waiting
Passing time while feeling stuck and waiting
Stuck, I'm perpetually contemplating
Constantly contemplating without progress
Like what's my next move
Uncertain about the next steps to take
As if I'm waiting for somebody to approve
Seeking approval or validation for decisions
That green light, the ready set go
Waiting for the signal to start but feeling unsure
Too timid, you guessed it, I just don't know
Admitting hesitancy and uncertainty
But I know I have no time to waste
Recognizing the urgency of time
He be like, damn son, you better pick up the pace
Feeling pressured to speed up
You keep messing around and you'll end up last
Warning about the consequence of delaying
You better act quick because life comes at you fast
Emphasizing the fast pace of life
It's the same routine, it passes by like every other
Reiterating the monotonous cycle of life
When I wake up asking why do I even bother
Continuously questioning the purpose of efforts
I'm trying my best and nothing ever adds up
Expressing frustration despite giving one's best
So I sit back, I think I'll go for another cup
Returning to contemplation, considering another break
It's the same routine, it passes by like every other
Repetition of feeling futile about daily routines
When I wake up asking why do I even bother
Continuously questioning the motivation to continue
I'm trying my best and nothing ever adds up
Feeling unsuccessful despite earnest efforts
So I sit back, I think I'll go for another cup
Reflecting again, considering another break or distraction
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