Laney was a lanky lad, not the best but not that bad,
In his defense, is anyone really ever the greatest?
In either case, I can only guess he came to mind to remind me
We are all only ever seeing what we are projecting.
Is that the lesson in the end?... Maybe
Anyway, he’s got a pleasant face and planned ways.
A man with mental morals and a heart full of cotton candy.
His secret craving for booty and brandy
led him through some unplanned scenes,
and what would be the best of his memories.
Used to love taking risks but failed once or twice,
And since then, he’s more about holding onto the dice.
Laney plays it nicely, in public either way.
He tries to be neither too good nor too bad,
lukewarm, safely seated in the middle of each fad.
He had no strong opinion, not in public in any case,
He’d never been really too much of anything.
He didn’t especially like the idea of change,
Though he longed to be free-range.
Had so never been especially happy or sad.
And definitely never really satisfied.
His noggin was full of hopes and steam.
Indecision locked him in a daydream.
Everything else is better than it seems.
What he lived with, was the problem, you see.
Separation forming between, the gap ever-extending.
Until he preferred fantasy to the real thing.
Fully awake and yet he was sleeping.
Until One day Life blew his candle to shake him.
The situation was meant to jolt not break him.
Flooded in doubt, unsure of his surroundings,
Little Mister Milton lost his ambition.
He started seeking safety leaving his freedom behind.
Now, he mostly doesn’t go out lest life finds him,
and leave him feeling uncertain again.
He’d never go back to the tragedy.
He’d been hoping to leave the past in the past.
Perfectly happy putting the mask up over the fragments.
Anything to avoid what he’d left behind, fractured.
Don’t just… exist.
Be Open to Be Moved into Existing.
Experience it fully whatever life brings.
Presence is the highest achievement.
At the end of the day… don’t be like Laney
That’s all.