Living life, idly Dwelling in mediocrity Lying in wait for others To find the way out for you Your soul boils in its own filth Wasting your own free will ‘Til you die Just breaking even, even on nothing Flourishing on your putrid contentment Fortune will favor, those who dare Daring to wallow in sloth and despair Crawling through the muck The muck of your own mind This pathetic legacy is of your own design Selfish you have lived, selfish you will die Leaving behind nothing, your name lost to time No one, will remember your name You will be buried, in your own shame