Pressure

Live your life with some purpose
Otherwise the shit is worthless
(Even the pressure is precious)

Some get up
Get out
Others give up without
Much effort just doubt to justify the outcome
So what comes out?
Only what you put in throughout
Your travels through forked routes
Blind bends and dead ends
So do you make amends or sever ties?
Trust no one
Or trust that no one ever lies?
Do you run or try to overcome your biggest fears?
Do you make your presence known
Or simply fade and disappear?
I think the answer is clear
So many paths to choose and influence
Your life so reality and dreams are congruent
Or at least converging towards one another
So you can either make it happen
Or sit back and suffer
As you watch all the others
Make strides and accomplish
Whatever they wish
With confidence as their accomplice
Blame it on their arrogance
Pout and call them pompous
While you staple copies and bring coffee to their office
Regardless
Only you determine if your life is worth it
Dont compare it to a fictional standard of perfect
Cuz eventually the hidden defects will surface
And the ones who didn't know will relieve you of service
Cuz theres a surplus of those living lies
Who look into the mirror and see all that they despise
This bit of reinforcement shouldn't come as a surprise
Though it took a couple decades to finally open my eyes
And today I realize