Lost
so I wake up one day
and think
I ain’t really liking this gig
man, I mean the whole thing
is about being really good
at something
and competing
to be the best.
I mean, I ain’t really
good at nothing.
Not like them.
used to be
we just lived
in the woods
in a cabin
on the hill
by the creek
and grew our own food
and made our own clothes
well… most of them
and traded for very
little.
We were fine.
no television
no indoor toilet
no electric juice
no power lines
no barbed wire
no pavement
and all that mess
Not even a radio.
man, it was
good then
but we didn’t know it
and had to get out
and go get what everyone
else had
and now we have
it
and I am
Lost.