Keep at it

This life is a cycle,

and it's driving me psycho,

Repetition's a technique that,

one too many times I've echoed,

 

I'm fed up with the way this works,

we learn how to work our asses off,

but we don't get a chance to prove our worth,

I don't want to go to work for the next forty years,

 

then come home every day,

and shift into another gear,

I wanna do what I want,

I have a passion that I know I can flaunt,

 

I wanna make films.

I wanna give the audience a thrill,

so they can no longer feel, the presence of the room around them but get engrossed in the world that i've built,

And there are those who don't believe in me,

 

Guess it's true what they say,

Dreams will be dreams,

just follow the stream,

Trigonometry will keep you occupied,

But I started my daydream, now my brain is fried,

 

What's this angle here in this triangle?

I don't know but I wanna strangle,

and mangle and dangle the person who thought of this,

shitty system it's making me real pissed.