Someday, things might not be the same.
I'll change, at least that's what I'll claim.
I'll find my spot, get what I need.
I'll find my path, then I'll succeed.
This pain of mine will cease to be.
For once, I'll be glad to be me.
Will this happen? This hopeful dream?
To work, it's harder than it seems.

I wander now, I'm discontent.
Is this how my time should be spent?
Always whining that things aren't right.
I surrender without a fight.
Instead of trying to change life,
I'm set in just accepting strife.
I could change it, it's not that tough.
But I don't change, even though it's rough.

Who's fault is this, my loser ways?
It don't matter, no one else pays.
One day I'll learn, it CAN be good.
I'll be happy, I know I should.
I'll fill this hole with something great.
I'll learn not to dwell on my hate.
But until then I'll write these words.
And envy freedom of the birds.