Got to do something with your life or you'll have no life to live at all Spent my time ******* about whatever came around But no matter what you do, there will be something something worth ******* about So better do something good and enjoy it or you'll realize when you're dead and gone and they're singing your song well... ******* is all they will have to sing about.
perfection is a myth that we try to overcome anytime, we can do our thing without pressure certainty might not always be on our side, and it may take time to gain strength, will, and courage nevertheless, let perfectionism victim none of us; let us grow and succeed within our own ways and time.
in this times, let this be a reminder written 24 apr 2020
Everyone moves too fast. Freeways of humanity move like ants Scrambling for sugar Or just something to make them feel A pinpoint of light at the end of the tunnel Or a pinprick of pain, Arranged against the lonely desert backdrop
On these freeways Politeness is a sign of submission Showing our stomach to the apex predators Wishing they don't move too quickly To take us from our journey But we all move too quickly
Like an angry beehive, Always buzzing with excitement Or is it fear? In our mechanized strive for productivity We lost the slow-moving essence Of why creation exists
And move slowly off the freeway Away from hill and hive To park benches surrounded in flowers Move slowly as your hand touches hand Your lips touch their lips Downshift And take a moment for yourself
doing either one and we dream of $8 haircuts and no plans of anything but watching the routine of life unfold in front of prying eyes through venetian blinds as singles mothers prep their child for the education of death as dogs walk their masters as fathers choke on neckties and stress in traffic as the mailman makes his rounds and someone is being born and someone is dying and someone is dead and worst of all someone is dead before they die and money is made and money is spent and someone is lubing themselves with comfort and convenience to make getting ****** by the world a little more tolerable and a little less raw and I am here eating walnuts and drinking Spotted Cow and listening to Sonic Youth on this delving day while the rest are scouring through another day of intolerable hell but we never stop and think for a moment to ask ourselves who we are, we just enable them to run our lives and tell us who we should be because when they got you at childhood they got you f o r e v e r