Living life or standing still 

my vices are in the middle of what i’m doing and my potential 

logically I am perfect 

my actions yield the difference. 

And in between wright from wrong 

Lies the difference between myself and me

The recipe to disaster that complacency tends to weave

Knowing where you want to be is the torcher to those not driven 

The future is birthed by the present 

Yet the future seems to feel so distant.

A cycle of repeating shit that your past self wishes you wouldn’t.

Your present self just pacifies the moment.

One more time won’t hurt you.

Your future self won’t suffer much

and if you do, I don't feel it yet.  

The one that bares the weight of what changing nothing will always deliver. 

But that’s a problem for tomorrow. 

I’ll snap out of it before I deal with the consequence of not trying harder.