Roots Beneath Ideals

These days' occupations have noticeably Paused in me Anything is better than a wandering intention to find Roots beneath ideals I am searching on a binge of desperation To throw these worries off my back And leave a crack in your expectancy In your expectancy Look what you've made of me You've made so much noise That confusion has awaken in me You have made me careless once again And so again a buried hatred has risen You have executed the innocent Would life for you continue if mine stopped Don't use the past to comment on The present because Tomorrow I'll do better than you've ever seen and I will ignore the lines that you have drawn For along them I could never walk upon My will lies dead Behind a door that's rusted That's rusted shut Don't blow the dust off of these old books Because I'll choke again And I can't predict if the air will clear In time to catch my breath