it is so easy
to feel
disconnected
from all of this.
i don't care
about
celebrities.
i don't like most
movies.
i can't endure
video games for
very long.
politics piss me off.
religion
is just fucking weird.
i could care less
about fashion.
i listen to music
by dead
composers
and long gone
blues men.
and there
comes a point
where you look around
and find
that you're
standing alone
without a comfortable
niche
to support
the mess of
experiences
you've had in
your life,
and wonder if this
is as good as it gets.
must i wear tight pants
to fit in?
do i have to recognize
holidays
that i can't stomach?
must i bother
with the illusory
accumulation
of wealth?
hold this opinion.
hold that opinion.
join us.
become a part
of the
machine.
it yearns for
you.
it moans for
you.
fit in to
our version
of the way things
are.
play in the street
with all of the traffic.
but,
where do you go
when all the roads
lead to
nowhere?
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