there is nothing poetic
about the way you smash your drums in
like you smash memories
there is nothing poetic about the way you recite words
that mean everything to you
but do not live by
there is nothing poetic about how you look to the left
because the right way is never your way
there is nothing poetic deep under your ‘skin’
there is nothing poetic about finding a better place to ‘fit in’
there is nothing poetic about the way you percieve the world or what kind of music you listen to or the way you dress or the way you feel when you are alone and looking at the stars
there is nothing poetic about the smell of camp fire or peter pan or metallica
because we’re off to neverland
only, you’re off to nowhere
there is nothing poetic about you
there is nothing poetic about you
