5:28 a.m.
Revelations are definitely in style...
So, my sleeping has given me the chance to be awake at odd hours...
It seems all day I sleep, but reality really shows I just have small naps
they sort of beat like blood pumping
I'm going through some weird seizure-hibernation
So, the cold is coming now...
I try to type a coming-of-age story
I am just a child that is turning 21
I never once believed that on one certain birthday
Maturity slams you into a guard rail and proceeds to fuck you into old age
I'm still a child
For once I can just say I am not that mature
I laugh at meaningless things
I smile
I pout
I am...
Seems continuous, I'm always speaking first person
I believe that my selfish phase is drawing to an end
I continue to think a lot
That seems the best thing these days
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
------I think I want to be an anthropologist
------I think I want to be a father
------I think I want to be a poet
------I think I want to be a world class chef that is only known in the apartment he lives in
------I think I want to be a beautiful again
I'm an asshole, constantly struggling for complete attention
I'm driving myself mad
And here comes the symbolism
Do I venture plural?
Some global emotion contained in the feeling of "We"
Or perhaps drive into collaborative "Us"
Instead do I just drive and suggest
That boy, Michael, he seems to be quite well
Waking revelation after revelation
So, my sleeping has given me the chance to be awake at odd hours...
It seems all day I sleep, but reality really shows I just have small naps
they sort of beat like blood pumping
I'm going through some weird seizure-hibernation
So, the cold is coming now...
I try to type a coming-of-age story
I am just a child that is turning 21
I never once believed that on one certain birthday
Maturity slams you into a guard rail and proceeds to fuck you into old age
I'm still a child
For once I can just say I am not that mature
I laugh at meaningless things
I smile
I pout
I am...
Seems continuous, I'm always speaking first person
I believe that my selfish phase is drawing to an end
I continue to think a lot
That seems the best thing these days
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
------I think I want to be an anthropologist
------I think I want to be a father
------I think I want to be a poet
------I think I want to be a world class chef that is only known in the apartment he lives in
------I think I want to be a beautiful again
I'm an asshole, constantly struggling for complete attention
I'm driving myself mad
And here comes the symbolism
Do I venture plural?
Some global emotion contained in the feeling of "We"
Or perhaps drive into collaborative "Us"
Instead do I just drive and suggest
That boy, Michael, he seems to be quite well
Waking revelation after revelation