Look At You

Look at you—walking like you’ve figured it out

Nothing behind it, just noise and clout

You’ve got opinions, plenty to say

But nothing you’ve done that could carry weight

You wait, you stall, you hesitate

Then act surprised at your own state

Same excuses, recycled lines

Different day, same decline

You don’t lack chances—you waste them

Don’t lack time—you erase it

Don’t lack sense—you ignore it

Then complain like you can’t control it

You talk big when it costs you nothing

But shrink real quick when it turns to something

You want results without the strain

Want progress served without the pain

You’re not stuck—you’re just avoiding

Every move that feels like building

You’d rather sit and overthink

Than risk finding out you might just sink

You don’t lack chances—you waste them

Don’t lack time—you erase it

Don’t lack sense—you ignore it

Then complain like you can’t control it

No mystery here, no hidden cause

You are the problem. That’s the flaw.

Not the world, not fate, not chance—

Just you, refusing to advance

And the hardest truth you keep dodging through:

There’s nothing wrong with life—

It’s you.