Roll Tide

Where were you when we rolled some tide?
Staying home while we took that ride.
I think that couch absorbed your ass,
Niceties gone, now just sass.
Every day you'll lose your cool,
that box has clearly made-ya a fool.
A night in the woods, or one on the town,
you welcome us back with a bullshit frown.
Holding the opportunity for something great,
yet you yourself determine your fate.
Destiny is an idea and not a game,
real activity is the key to fame.
You have power, but no power you hold.
At every opportunity you'd rather fold.
I can't make you something you're not,
and maybe this is just food for thought.
Get up and go do something new,
we have life once so here's your cue.
Make mistakes and seize the day,
be the sun and gift your ray.
Make the most of our sacred time,
apathy will be your fatal crime.