Unwelcome

born into rough, seceded wild
the self-amused autono-child
can now sleep to the sound of tires under starless sky
with human hopes rewired: task above reSPITE
we have the time, but we'll make no time, no
but these practical wounds allow for your dreams, in time

i must retain the tricks amassed
when trudged i the plebian morass
for all this routine ennu/i can't be all i've got
with chances running few and inner hope aloft
we have the time, but we'll make no time, no
these practical wounds allow for your dreams, in time

well you say it's alright but is that really right?
come now friend, there's so much more on your mind
and there's time!
and then you say it's not fair, but is that really fair?
or was it just fear that kept you so in their sights?
do we fight, or seek reSPITE?