So many broken dreamers coming apart at the seams,
Sad as it seems, is it unexpected, really?
When everybody and their momma is mixing drama into their daily mantras,
sandwiching low-vibing things between pressure and heat,
just isn’t for me… not my cup of tea really I’d rather be flying,
rocking and riding, gliding over waves they create.
The great debate, blah, blah, blah… getting off on a tangent over anything.
Oh, jeez, would you just look at me, on a tangent again over something relevant only to me…
Thankfully that’s the only thing of true substance in my reality, anything short is faulty wiring.
Anything demanding me to fit into their outlet and offering
to cut me out of me to fit in more properly
is probably not the plug-in for me. In fact,
Connecting with such a thing seems off-pudding and distasteful mostly,
who am I to say? Maybe I’m just a dabbler, babbling,
rambling on about being right again, or something,
One with the rabble just gobble, gobbling, and rabbling
pointlessly wasting precious energy until no more is given freely…
Isn’t that a scary thing to think… Drink it in and leave it as a has-been.
A vultures’ wet dream, a valley of deliciously dead things for the taking,
zombies moaning on about nothing the same as everybody.
Prime for looshing. Secret thoughts tenderizing the choice cuts.
We the people can’t be convinced, so instead, we simply refuse to choose
we will just sit here and marinate in our entropic fate, and wait… and wait…
riding this here fence instead of seeking a new way…
this truth is absolute, we refuse to take our lives intimately
in order to create a unified wave of shared greatness.
I rise above this, unknown take me, make me bold in who I become daily,
I am no longer brazen in the way the opposition told me I’m meant to be.