Patriarch Ponds
Brandon Peterson
Things will be much better in the end
Things were so much better when they began
Why can't we just be happy?
Can't tell if we're in a rut or on a peak
Accolades and trophies of this life
Do we win anything?
We took some time off to see how it felt
A world without its hustle is a hell
We spat at all the ivy and the green
We sat and pondered what it all could mean
Why do we work endlessly?
No time for a dream, for our minds to sleep
The bills pile up and our thoughts take the back seat
Do we win anything?
Say what you will, I don't care that much at all
Take what you will, I know I'd do the same
I don't know when the world stopped being a palette for my creations
I don't know when this sound stopped playing a part in my soul