Back to the drawing board

The sky showers down a hundred wishes upon a star.
I go inside the house and close the blinds.
The air is almost as polluted as my infested soul.
I smoke till I cough just for the joy of gasping for air.

Goals and achievements just become where abouts,
And hard work gets you nothing but more hard work.
They always wanna say they know how to rule the world.
While the honest man kicks up dust until he's buried alive.

Back to thee ol' drawing board with nothing but erasers.
Times are hard, but hard times are saviors.