Close Enough To Sunday
It’s all fckt up,
can’t even pretend that it’s not,
I get invited out to these events,
where everyone’s dressed up,
but I’m not,
I’m there in jeans and a t-shirt,
thanking those that are thanking me for writing these prophecies,
but really I’m not sure what all this work was or is really worth…
written about ten books,
multiple international best sellers,
#1 Poetry Book in The World,
3 times in a row for worse or for better,
but really,
what am I saying,
and really,
what are you saying,
it’s all fckt up,
and we all know it,
still we pretend it’s all good till the end,
we had a Chance we just needed to not blow it,
but we did,
we neglected the earth,
even though we all knew and know,
that that Moment of Truth will hurt,
I can’t even have a drink at a club,
without feeling guilty for the pollution we’ve caused,
even when those drinks are free and served with a smile,
because I know that smile is covering some recently retreated sores,
we’ve neglected the poor,
and caused significant scars,
on the skin of the earth,
now Musk wants to colonize Mars,
and that’s not a shot at Elon,
I trust him and his vision,
he’s a genius creation,
a creative genius that generally makes good decisions,
I’m just saying,
given the current position,
whether Elon Musk or a homeless pigeon,
we’re all fckt and that’s the fckn situation,
it’s all fckt up,
can’t even pretend that it’s not,
I get invited out to these events,
where everyone’s dressed up,
but I’m not,
I’m there in jeans and a t-shirt,
thanking those that are thanking me for writing these prophecies,
but really I’m not sure what all this work was or is really worth…
still I put in work,
verse after verse,
cliche and cliche,
the Gift & The Curse,
like somehow,
I’ll be able to write all our wrongs,
answer all the questions,
and celebrate with sounds,
make Love and make Mysteries,
with a Stranger in a Strange Town,
and I’ve been up till way too Late:30 lately,
too tired to debate or hesitate when it’s time to get down,
down,
here,
the sky looks so beautiful,
the clouds,
from the ground,
are everything I choose to show,
so,
whatever,
what more can we say,
let’s go,
wherever,
‘cause when we've got it all the only thing we want to get is away,
want for nothing else,
it’s Close Enough to Sunday,
let’s take some time to take some time,
no need to go right now ‘cause we all go one way or another one day,
soon,
so,
so what,
so,
we’re fckt,
it’s all fckt up,
can’t even pretend that it’s not,
I get invited out to these events,
where everyone’s dressed up,
but I’m not,
I’m there in jeans and a t-shirt,
thanking those that are thanking me for writing these prophecies,
but really I’m not sure what all this work was or is really worth…
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
