Aware

something is happening to me

but i’m not scared

I guess I’m just becoming more aware


aware of what I am

and what is around

aware of all the troubles

that each of us surround


I’m seeing things differently
things I might’ve liked

now have become objects
I might even despise

aware of what you are, and how you live

aware of what you don’t got

and what you don’t give


people around me

places I see
leave me feeling so empty
like it’s not what it is supposed to be



aware of all your mistakes that you constantly make
aware of what you don’t say
and all the time you waste


are you someone to look up to?
someone who can be admired? 

are you a hero? 
are you a fighter? 

are you a winner? 
are you a climber? 

or are you just another tired old man
who’s young at heart 
with a lottery ticket in his hand

cause you look tired
you make me sick
you’re a liar 

and you don’t even give a shit



aware I have become 
of the moon and of the sun

and how they shine on everyone