Sick of feeling boxed in Parts of me, I do not understand The underhanded advice offered Identify and prosper plans Find your competent qualities And fit in proper The only thing that I have discovered I do not fit the slot marks To one thing or another Man, where is the comfort The southern comfort Always having one foot in gutter The other in the shrubs Why am I so unsure Call it an “ imposter” trait What am I good for My sense of hope Is the simple knowing tone The understanding that comes From those similar souls.
The dark night of the soul Every fortnight or so A cycle, a downward spiral Revolves into a black hole Black yet brightening Blinding light undistinguishable Over-stimulated, saturated Mindless and visceral
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Inner vision of what you intend Can manifest against the grain Upending the expectations Prevalent in everyday If Ferdinand the bull Presented his way on stage And spent the event grazing The daisies gentle and tame Would we accept it? Is that unstable for a bull To be humble and docile Are we impartial and marginal? We must revoke his “ nature” Like to unscramble a picasso Cause it’s not natural to us Like we feel that it ought to Our human nature Is to change what's wrong "logically" Instead of accepting uncertainties And agree to disagree.
Release your need to achieve To be the receiving end of everything Please don't deem Achievement enviably Direct recognition With abbreviated letters To be addressed for success Your are subsequently better Than whatever headers is left With the rest of us At least that's how it's perceived No phd etc Separate you and us Pretentious vs the plain janes We just maintain Never cultivate our brainwaves Stuck on the perception One another's misdirection Is why we suffer collectively If only we got the message
Sell your cleverness And purchase bewilderment What's better is it's free It doesn’t cost any cents Call it optimism I guess Whatever the definition is Open-mindedness, stop resistance Give into unlimited Officials, proficients. technicians Politicians, practitioners Act practical and all that Yet haven't a single hints worth Of what this massive universe Actually represents We're just fragments of existence A smidgen on it's timespan Yet we act all convinced And definitive of how to live With our daily activities And all that "that’s the way it is” If an extraterrestrial Celestial citizen Looked in on our civilization They would become sickened within This chickenshit individualist Sit and litter the wilderness And the ocean, what if We are the litter someone else left?
I wish to say What I feel today With reservations that I may Contradict when I wake On the morrow, I will borrow New credos, new morals To follow, headstrong on Like Edward r Murrow No McCarthy headlong Foolhardy hardnose I’m an ardent advocate Against labels & bar codes Goes against the star spangled Francis Scott Keye We are free, America No oligarchy. Possibly?
I demand respect Yet give less to myself In the end will I know The measure of my own wealth? In the end Self worth begets worthiness Pay it forward By paying yourself the first cents Have sense of self respect And you'll never feel empty Eventually it may sink in Into the depths of me.
The chateau cast a shadow Across every thing on the block Starkly contrasting Our own hovel of tin and tree-bark Mt. Olympus, rose above us Gods amongst us mere mortals Ironic how easy a job To look down towards you nose to, The forlorn, the scorned Misfortunate and distressed Hard lesson the oppressed Must swallow and accept
No one seems to notice They only shrug they shoulders And go about business as normal Their ordinary rapport but I'm spiraling in a downward Cycle like the toilet bowl My s### disposable to most Decompose and erode They too hard nosed to notice It's no-ones fault but my own, I dig my own hole It's time to climb out and smell the roses
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An indifferent individual With limited dividends Hanging by a thread Swallowed by the corporate Leviathan Sick of admiring the rich and famous While we sit in anguish Can't go against the grain Bang your head against the pavement.
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