Try, as you might,
Force it upon yourself, so you do,
So many things only,
One is capable of
Try, as you might,
Force it upon yourself, so you do,
So many things only,
One is capable of
Banter, everywhere,
Considerable amounts of engagement,
Constant debating,
Never did any, any good.
Is it all sunshine and roses,
Is any?
Serene, calm, and resilient,
Calculated moves driving home their point,
Unabashed, bold, a spirit on fire,
Gladly chooses to remain,
As is, though desire.
You and I, we amble on,
Blissfully, or not, ignorant,
Of the fact that,
It is not all about us.
What do you choose –
The certainty of routine?
Or the lure of the unknown?
To and fro,
Back and forth,
To break free,
Or to play it safe,
To do the right thing,
Or be a-wandering.
And it saddens me deeply,
That mine is the only perspective,
I’ll ever get to fully experience.
An idea. A motif. An identity. A brand.
A burning desire to go all the way.
A relentless passion.
Is it all it takes?
Look around. There is magic everywhere.
Be astounded or not. Your choice.
Privileged little f*cker,
Gets everything he wants,
Has everything he needs.
Privileged little f*cker,
Complains about life,
Dissatisfied and grumpy,
Lustful and tenacious.
Privileged little f*cker,
Contemplates stuff to do,
Gets everything he wants,
Has everything he needs.
Privileged little f*cker,
Distraught and weary,
Energetic and vibrant,
Distraught and weary.
Privileged little f*cker,
Scared and disillusioned,
Waiting to get off the bandwagon,
Emotions and people,
Emotions and darkness,
Emotions and emptiness.
Privileged little f*cker,
Alive and kicking,
Restless and raucous,
Vibrancy in his bones,
Lulls in his brains,
Vibrancy in his bones.
Privileged little f*cker,
Too good for his own shoes,
Not one to want to get involved in others’ –
Dusty shoes,
Shoeshiner’s luck.
Privileged little f*cker,
F*ck this, f*ck that,
Done all that, yes siree,
Creepy conversations, creepier smiles,
Drama magnet, inner turmoil.
Privileged little f*cker,
Privileged as they come,
Not so little anymore,
Gets on by –
A scrape here, a tear there,
Oh, look, candy!
Gets on by.