I'm selling you peace of mind. Free. Just go outside and put one foot in front of the other again and again and walk your way to serenity. I swear It's that easy and true.
I'm almost 71 years old. I'm lost in a changing world. I still have hope for progeny. I still believe in True Love, Santa Claus and happy endings. I don't think I'll ever really die.
I'm tilting at windmills tonight. I will slay dragons and broken hearts and bring dogs of hell to heel after all. I still sleep with her ghost tonight. We find small comfort living and dead. Cervantes' certainty keeps our faith.
I want pleasure. Don't hate me. Feeling good feels so good if it's done right, but be careful. Tread gently in this minefield. Don't become a slave to desires. Never get addicted. Just hold the devil's tail loose and let go. Abstain for a month to make **** sure you haven't been swallowed by his hell on earth.
The whole world is out tonight. Dancing and celebrating and seducing one another over drinks and taxi rides to his bed and a disappointing ****. She wakes early and dresses and flees. She hopes he'll call sometime today.
Everybody is screaming into microphones over each other. Nothing makes sense anymore. We're left ignorant wanting more. Poets used to speak the truth for us but now they've gone mute. We need to go to war with words lead the charge for change to it.