Me & Mine
Thought in my head.
The seafoam washes up on the shore as soon as it begins to fade. My mind is full of thought, coming and going. A never ending puzzle, me trying to decipher my life and where it’s going, piece by piece I go.
Sometimes it’s hard for me to express the way I feel, it tends to happen once it’s too late, what a drag.
I find myself watching other people, maybe I could learn a lesson from you, even you could be my teacher? I no longer have the motivation that’s necessary to commit to most things I pursue, poor me and so young too.
Sometimes I wish I could be more naive to the world around me, but I’ve seen too much, I know too much. Knowing that there’s nowhere to go but down from this point in life makes me grow disappointed and a little angry, it may be hard to swallow but it’s the truth. Live a little.
Socrates said that all he knew was that he knew nothing, I know everything and I hate that. To say I’m remotely like you would be over exaggeration, I’m nothing like you. Make the remark that we may wear similar clothing or shop at similar stores but what sets me apart from you is in my head.
Oppression, depression, inflation, creation, where can I just be me? Maybe over there?
Women just don’t do it anymore, the hollowness in a relationship is toxic, it can kill a man. Be one with you, be one with life, your life. Stop trying to be what you’re not, start trying to be you for a change. Just stop before being the “right you” becomes a chore, that’s when the line should be drawn.
Nowadays it seems like the worry of image has exceeded the worry of god. The almighty surpassed by the thought of getting that cool haircut, or that cool bands t shirt. Your society plays you like a puppet, you have no freedom, you have limited privilege.
How come it’s the people who love me the most cause me the most grief? It feels like I should never let people get too much of me, that never seems to end well. It’s a never ending cycle of hopelessness. As long as I have me I know I’ll be okay, you rarely let me down, you always think for my best and help to make some sense of this world.
Never fully trust anybody, because you’ll be the one left saying “remember the good old days?” this seems to be the way it goes. You’re nothing but a good time I needed so I could realize I only need myself.
It may seem sad to you that this is where I’m at, but hey what’s the point anyway?
