Lack of Visions

Do you not agree that it is a kind of cheek
To make such judgement about the lives that we lead
You deny your friends that they have got visions in their brains
My visions may not seem to be serious to you
But i believe that is what they are supposed to do
I devour the strength by which they are keeping me alive
Without their help i would never survive
They cut boredom like a knife
Having no dreams means living dead
The virus in you needs to be spread
Go for what you really dream of
Without hope you won’t cope
You are not forced to accept your fate
Of living in boredom if you create
Then life won’t be crappy for you
Do things you wanna do
It’s really up to you to realise all your aims
Fuck their expectations
You’re the only one who reigns
Create your own thing
Don’t care if they say you won’t succeed
Watch out ‘cause on your way you sure will bleed
But your ideas grow like weed
Having no dreams means living dead
The virus in you needs to be spread
Go for what you really dream of
Without hope you won’t cope
You are not forced to accept your fate
Of living in boredom if you create
Then life won’t be crappy for you
Do things