everyday

i look around and it's the same old situation on a different day, these masses of confrontation beating me down, i'm picking at the pieces to put them all back into place, a never ending crossword of questions collaborates, while asking myself, where are we going in time?, but hey, everyday, i'll pick my feet up off the ground, and everyday you'll see, i don't make believe, that everything is okay, but in the end, the life that you choose to lead is your fate, you'll see, communication with yourself and asking, "is this really where i want to be?", no way!, patronized, antagonized, and bound beyond, the boundaries of everyday life, a mutual enmity for a system of conformity, and asking myself, is this really where i want to be?, anchors away, don't let it drag you down oh no!, but hey everyday, i'll pick my feet up off the ground, and everyday you'll see, i don't make believe, that everything is okay, but in the end, the life that you choose to lead is your fate, you'll see:!, well i know by now, but keep wondering how, how many times will i fall?, i'll keep standing tall!, everything you talk about and everything you see, everybody's trying to tell you who you want to be, don't try to separate reality from dreaming, trust yourself, keep on believing, i think i can is all that you can really tell yourself, just keep on and moving my friend oh yeah someday you're gonna see!, that hey everyday, well i'll pick my feet up off the ground, and everyday, you'll see, i don't make believe, that everything is okay, but in the end, the life that you choose to lead is your fate, you're gonna see