Those who say they have direction are delusional.
Because if anyone knew where they were going, then they would already be there.
Though at least we all know where we'll end.
And those pearly gates come faster than you think.
So when you're checking your compass.
Make sure you don't blink.

I sat in silence as I watched a man practically get booed of stage.
He only wanted to tell jokes, to make us laugh and be happy.
What did he get for his hard work?

Faces of stone and the occasional awkward chuckle.
Another artist who couldn't appease the peoples desires.

I felt pity, but I guess it was more sympathy.
Because I know what it feels like to stumble over words like they were marbles strewn along the ground.
I bet I would have the same experience as him.
So why do I still want to **stand-up?

My dreams are like drugs.
The more I think about them the more addicted I get.
But I'll never get to them by going the speed limit.
I was always taught to be afraid of things like heartbreak and debt.
But if you're afraid of getting hurt you'll never be strong enough to get out of your league.
And if you're afraid of being poor you'll never take that chance to be rich.
And maybe someone else can be happy playing it safe.
But that man is not me.

Who even are you?
And more importantly why do I want to know so bad?
I never looked at another girl when I was in a relationship.
But you always made me stare.
Even when I was love drunk, looking at you sobered me up.
And you're so far out of my league.
It's like your NFL and I'm on a couch playing Madden. (what is football?)
Maybe someday you'll give me a chance that I will probably blow.
But I'll give it one hell of a shot.
If you let me.

I think I rediscovered sleep.
It's an odd sensation.
I think I like it though.
I guess getting out of those hills was all I needed.
And although I didn't run very far.
I never want to go back.
In fact I want to see just how far I can run.

That's how far I made it today.
I have survived 18 years and now I'm considered an adult.
But that doesn't matter.
Age doesn't determine maturity.
Neither do cigarettes, ****, or gambling.
I don't exactly know what determines maturity.
But what I do know is that growing up is over rated.
Almost like trying to be well liked or trying to impress my father.
Just another thing to add to the basket of **** I no longer give a **** about.