People can often be illogical
Self Centered
Unreasonable
And occasionally intolerable
It didn’t faze you in any deadly way

Maybe it took a sharp turn
from horse to foul play
But like my ******* dad used to say
"you still breathin?
well **** **** it up, you'll be okay."

If your heart’s in the right place
You’re “two-faced” or just “too nice”
“A push-over”
Keep that good **** running like an NBA replay

If you’re authentic
You’ll be “blunt”
“Too direct” “Rude”
Those are just ignorant cliches
Stay voracious
Do not fade away

If you’re blossoming
Stay Blooming
When you’re noteworthy
Don’t expect only good notes

Keep grooving to your heart’s beat though
Because that's morse code live from your soul
You gotta stay rare
Before common conformity becomes
Communistic crowd control

We crave that unparalleled extraordinary
In any sort of way

We need sui generis runaways that set the leeway
we need the leap days
and occasionally risque soirées
and baseball’s ritualistic ***** plays
So society won’t run too astray

Just like the Nutcracker needs ballet
Like grey Monday needs
Friday night’s jet-black lingerie
like Nirvana needs Kurt Cobain
We need those bows after the rain

Jealousy will be profound
When you find a way to smile
don’t trip though because on Cloud 9 it’s too intoxicating
To hear any words on the ground

When you synthesize something
That feeds your soul
That’s enchanting to you
Stay with that sensational complacency
You earned it

Besides
It wasn't about them anyway