Forever tick, tick, ticking along,
Can feel so right and the next feel so wrong,
Can be cherished for eternity or quickly forgotten,
Can drag it’s heels or feel continually prolonged,
Can be captured in a snapshot or explained through song,
One moment it’s there the next it’s gone.

Want the world to leave me alone,
Get lost in my herbal cone,
Sink back and think about things,
Sooner or later Eureka will ring.

Don’t want to be one of society’s drones,
Another animal forced in clothes,
My thoughts should be all of my own,
Dictated to by somebody unknown,
We should be free from our birthplace’s shackles,
A stranger won’t fight a stranger’s personal battles.

Train of thought broken,
As a crisp is missed and the tongue is bitten.

First moment I’ve noticed the high,
Twenty-something minutes after the zoot has gone dry,
Cotton-mouth again what a surprise,
Looking like I’ve sprinkled salt in my eyes.

This is such a trivial game,
Kick the sphere again and again,
Grass stains and next day joint pain,
Yellow and Red squares dictate the calmness of play.

CEO wages to do this all day,
Makes the mind boggle how much the first team is paid,
Owned by the men with most expensive pieces of paper,
Football players are modern day gladiators.

Celebrate! The ***** flown through three sticks,
Let’s get rowdy and call the opposing fans ******!

Wished I was a Libertine,
Never an hour not sober,

Wished I was as cool as the anti pop-culture machine,
Never fall prey to a hangover,

Wished I was able to afford the designer jeans,
Never let societal pressures takeover,

Wished I was the archetype of the scene,
Never be a poser.

Wished I was someone to be seen,
Never settle for a pushover.