Passive

Passive.
Both my best, and worst quality.
I let shit slide, crucify me.
You must have mistaken me for someone who gives a damn.
I'm tired.
All over.
I'm tired on my feet, where i run to my escape, but never make it.
I'm tired of time, racing it, but never on my hands, always on my mind.
I'm tired in my mind, finding my own place and resurrecting my soul.
Reborn.
Every time, a new soul.
But sharing that same over baring quality.
Passive.
When will i learn?
Who will teach me?
I only find more reasons not to forget,
not to forgive.
But who does that really?
I'm no saint, and i don't claim to be.
Nor do i claim to be very knowledgeable.
If there is one thing i know,
it is myself.
I know how much i can take.
The weight my shoulders can bare.
But my back is breaking.
I'm falling victim to my own demise.
My greatest downfall.
I'm blissful in my ignorance,
yet arrogant in my intelligence.
My patience is running on empty.
And i can honestly say i have never reached such a point in my life.
Where i begin to not only question myself,
but all those around me.
"And all your money wont another minute buy"
It means nothing who you were in life.
What you made of yourself.
What you will become is far greater,
and grudges know no mercy.
Passive.
My one way ticket to the pearly gates.
My one constant barrier from all pain.
My secret hiding place.