Back and forth...
There is an interesting dichotomy somewhere here, but I cannot find it. All day, forced to take these innocent lumps and make them into some sort of militia, fighting for a dream that they don't even care for. And why should they? It was a dream invented by people twice their age with totally dissimilar agendas, wanting profit over peace, and economy over ecology.
Why should they listen to me? I'm just another tool. Another piece to be played in the battle for another slavering lunatic, another mindless job-bot. I'm no better than the crooked cop, or the laywer you have to pay before even a consultation. I'm just as bad as the bribe taking politician, or the contractor receiving kickbacks.
And why do I do it? For the same reasons. I want a better life. But I cannot figure out what to spend my newfound wealth on. A better life? It's true, but I cannot even imagine a better life. How can someone who has only known the worst of it imagine a better one? What, a place where my picnic DOESN'T get rained on? I refuse to believe.
Months of postponement (that's not spelled right, but I don't give a fuck). Years of waiting for my ship to come in. And now, the Titanic is here. I see it's bright future, it's promises waiting to take me away.
I told them the same things three times today, but they didn't even listen to me once. They all stared at me with their doe eyes, wondering if I'd ever shut up, wondering when they would get to go home. They just wanted to get paid. And I don't blame them.
I've become the man. And I curse myself every day for it.
I'm not unhappy. And I curse myself even more for that.
And so I sway.
EDIT: Don't look into the past. Sometimes the mirror gets dirty, and you see yourself in a good light. For example.... 8 years ago I was a true revolutionary, a punk rock harbinger of things to come. Now I wear a monkey suit. Sure, I make good money, but what morals have I sacrificed?
Think about that for a while. I'm gonna go do a shot of vodka. (Editor's Sidenote: Crypto HATES vodka)
Why should they listen to me? I'm just another tool. Another piece to be played in the battle for another slavering lunatic, another mindless job-bot. I'm no better than the crooked cop, or the laywer you have to pay before even a consultation. I'm just as bad as the bribe taking politician, or the contractor receiving kickbacks.
And why do I do it? For the same reasons. I want a better life. But I cannot figure out what to spend my newfound wealth on. A better life? It's true, but I cannot even imagine a better life. How can someone who has only known the worst of it imagine a better one? What, a place where my picnic DOESN'T get rained on? I refuse to believe.
Months of postponement (that's not spelled right, but I don't give a fuck). Years of waiting for my ship to come in. And now, the Titanic is here. I see it's bright future, it's promises waiting to take me away.
I told them the same things three times today, but they didn't even listen to me once. They all stared at me with their doe eyes, wondering if I'd ever shut up, wondering when they would get to go home. They just wanted to get paid. And I don't blame them.
I've become the man. And I curse myself every day for it.
I'm not unhappy. And I curse myself even more for that.
And so I sway.
EDIT: Don't look into the past. Sometimes the mirror gets dirty, and you see yourself in a good light. For example.... 8 years ago I was a true revolutionary, a punk rock harbinger of things to come. Now I wear a monkey suit. Sure, I make good money, but what morals have I sacrificed?
Think about that for a while. I'm gonna go do a shot of vodka. (Editor's Sidenote: Crypto HATES vodka)