I'm not built to stand on the ground.

I wish I could get it together.
It's all in my thoughts, laying in bed.
I'm tired of being a spectator.
When I should be productively breathing.
I wish I could get it together.
Because I want to go some where.

Push it out of my head, and say good riddance.
Hopefully there is some penance for waiting.
For not participating when I should have.

Cause I am, not a good prisoner.
Cause I am, not stereotype.
Cause I am, not going to suffocate.

Wait a minute while I choke up.
On the road to reason you travel this season.
It makes no sense, thus not paying your way.
I'd rather not listen to you.
I'd rather piss on the "truth".

And push it out of my head, and say good riddance.
Hopefully there is some penance for waiting.
For not participating when I should have.

Cause I am, exploding inside when I'm quiet.
Cause I am, not built for the stereotype.
Cause I am, not built to stand on the ground.

It's the stage I crave, with it's lights and textures.
Of voices and waiting eyes, listening even if not.
For the message, for the part that comes through.
The notes attractive like ice, sounds changing life.

Reviews

[Lydia]

I can really relate to this.
The purity of your emotion is refreshing.

[D Poet K]

this would be a really good song, I could picture it perfectly. which is a plus to me!