"You're so cool," I say to myself.
"Yeah," I say back, "I think you're right."
Puttin' on a performance,
But I won't charge a fee
To find a path into your mind
For a little bit of me
By way of an arrangement
Of words plucked out of space
So the unknown may take form,
Airy nothing find a place.
Writing out the thoughts
To know how I'm brought about,
So I don't have to pretend
Or be freaked out by doubt,
Panic, or impatience
To rush the where or when.
The lines all come together
At the beginning of the end.
Mingled with the signals meant
For someone just like me,
Demand because I feel them
That means they fill some need
To journey with the heroes,
To fashion me just so,
So I can be the coolest kid
And let everybody know.
In certain scenes some characters
Preen across their stage
Oozing frenzied clamor,
Recreational outrage,
An unending flow
Of self-indulgent crap
Collects the sensitive hardcore
In their own self-service trap.
Reading current conditions
As a seething, total noise
Threatening to aggravate
My legendary poise
By shooting screeching static
Beyond the limits of my mind.
Only sorrow on my shoulder
Reminds me to be kind.
I'm sure you've got yours too.
There's enough to go around.
Loss and trauma always try
To make sure you stay down.
When they show up to disrupt
Your steady, even calm
Write it up, work it out,
Pass the lesson on.
Impermanence and suffering
For convicts and for kings
Just seems to be
The nature of things.
So flourish for your season,
Crumple in your fall,
Keep one hand on the tiller
And one eye on the ball.
Make decisions out of love,
Always mind your manors,
A rigorous sceptic any time
Someone's selling answers.
Don't buy some assumptions
To fit in or sound smart,
There's more to life than fashion,
And some suits fall apart.
"Yeah," I say back, "I think you're right."
Puttin' on a performance,
But I won't charge a fee
To find a path into your mind
For a little bit of me
By way of an arrangement
Of words plucked out of space
So the unknown may take form,
Airy nothing find a place.
Writing out the thoughts
To know how I'm brought about,
So I don't have to pretend
Or be freaked out by doubt,
Panic, or impatience
To rush the where or when.
The lines all come together
At the beginning of the end.
Mingled with the signals meant
For someone just like me,
Demand because I feel them
That means they fill some need
To journey with the heroes,
To fashion me just so,
So I can be the coolest kid
And let everybody know.
In certain scenes some characters
Preen across their stage
Oozing frenzied clamor,
Recreational outrage,
An unending flow
Of self-indulgent crap
Collects the sensitive hardcore
In their own self-service trap.
Reading current conditions
As a seething, total noise
Threatening to aggravate
My legendary poise
By shooting screeching static
Beyond the limits of my mind.
Only sorrow on my shoulder
Reminds me to be kind.
I'm sure you've got yours too.
There's enough to go around.
Loss and trauma always try
To make sure you stay down.
When they show up to disrupt
Your steady, even calm
Write it up, work it out,
Pass the lesson on.
Impermanence and suffering
For convicts and for kings
Just seems to be
The nature of things.
So flourish for your season,
Crumple in your fall,
Keep one hand on the tiller
And one eye on the ball.
Make decisions out of love,
Always mind your manors,
A rigorous sceptic any time
Someone's selling answers.
Don't buy some assumptions
To fit in or sound smart,
There's more to life than fashion,
And some suits fall apart.
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