oh glory

high school confuses me so much. i wrote this because i was disillusioned, especially by alcohol. and the mannerisms of people my age, and the way i was thinking. we all strive for glory, no matter what we define it as.

it's a beautiful day,
it's a beautiful day,
it's a beautiful day.
glory to the beautiful day.

i look across the room
and see that they're drunk,
on the thought of drunkedness,
they want to be drunk,
and live our their glory,
and regain that glory,
and rediscover that glory.
their glory,
their glory and their vomit.

i look to the left and see
that they're fake.
they're lost, and they're suffering,
they want to be named.
they want their own glory,
and they want their own fame.
they want to seem special,
though they're just the same,
with their gilded glory.

i glance again and see
that these people suffer,
and they have no glory,
as long as they suffer.
they're sunken, not sallow,
and pray for their glory.
their suffering will cease,
and their glory will be.

i look at their table,
and see that they revel,
in the fact that they're blessed,
with their lives' high level.
glory been and glory seen,
and glory taken for granted.
glory taken for granted,
and soon the glory is gone.

i look straight behind them,
at the ones who strive,
for guts and glory, and purpose,
to their composite lives.
maybe they'll start drinking,
or living a lie.
perhaps they will suffer,
and make it out alive,
or progress to the standard,
for which they all strive,
in the name of glory.

my eyes stop their spinning,
and look at the table.
my table, and the paper on my table.
so where is my glory?
is my glory in my eyes?
it's not the glory that i see.
am i ill-fated for the glory to be?
and i right for that glory,
and is it for me?
should i fight for said glory?
will it repay me?

and so i set out,
to not find my glory,
for glory will never be me.
i guess my said glory will just never be.