After all this time I would’ve thought that it stopped
I found all the exercises I needed to adopt

But here we are now, I look in the mirror
I see myself clearer but still I can’t differ

Between the rain or the shine, the fall or the climb
They all stay the same I swear I ain’t lying

Sometimes it feels like I’m getting ahead
Sometimes it feels like I’m still in my bed

When I’m clouded as fuck and I just can’t get up
All I keep telling myself is you must pick up

Pick up your thoughts that fell on the floor
You dropped them all last night when it started to pour

Pick up your place there’s no room for disgrace
At least that’s what you tell yourself, this isn’t a race

It’s okay to fall as long as you realize
When your behavior changes it implies

The weather has changed, it’s not always blue skies
You are the God to your life so you have supplies

But you need to recognize and so you standardize
Being aware of your actions and trying to actualize

Pavlov was right we needed the steps
That lead us to knowledge but still we project

All our ideas on each other and so we affect
The way that we think as we choose to reject

Individual ideals which we pay no respect
We continue to provide this demeaning neglect

So I must inspect all the changes I made
The ones in my head and those displayed

Are one in the same I’m just trying to tame
The actions that create my picture frame

Portraying a visual when you hear my name
This life that we build is the perfect game.