Halfway Outta High School

Frozen in time, lost in a drift

Preserved by strong resolve alone

As the wind blows you fail to shift

Instead of paper, you're a stone

I lack this constant qaulity 

Changing at the drop of a hat 

Nothing's wrong with viscosity

Standing firm makes one seem flat

You're set in a precise routine, 

One that gets you through a long day

If it works why even intervene?

Some choose this path and never stray

You can drive us to a destination

I might flip through radio stations