Tired try

I am tired of trying to cater to
_the faces I see in the crowd
_the thoughts I hear when the music is loud
_the anger that fills a strangers house
_the wrath of countries far away
Nobody can stand to
_fill the space
_play the ace
_forget what they have been searching for
_tell a lie
Don't you wish that you could see
_the glorious things you would like to be
_the world as it is meant to be
_everything working to a tee
_something different, something free
Is the future what you want to know?
_Or is it something you'd prefer not to?
_How far can you go?
_Can you go slow?
_Would you wait until I show?
Does everything fade, does it even exist?
Did you know you would be missed?
There are those who would sit and wait
simply because they believe it fate,
But I grow tired of sitting still,
so now, I bend fate to my will.