truth in advertising (take this bottle.....)

[froggyd1]

i've got problems.

so, i am nothing special.

i wasn't before or after.
and the problems are not just my own.
and i am but what i am.
and not special i remain.
for i am a blip on a pen tip.
and what i am is an illusion to anyone.
just because the sun is out, doesn't mean its going to be a nice day
but i guess when you believe so many people agreeing
its just easier

i can't complain however..... unless i am bored.
everything is rather trivial
most things quite absurd

and being the being thats not special
can say, self included, all the while, more grandiose realities being created
and i could only wish, i was as bad as the story goes, because that would make my life, a whole lot more exciting then it is....

if only i could bask in the fantasies of others.....for i've not the capability of knowing my own
if they exist
preconcieved notions of what should be inherent to make you right

(the art of not having people want anything from you, is having nothing)

so, let me be...

a loser
a mooch
a derelict
a liar
a thief
a drunk
a drug addict
a low life piece of shit

a scapegoat
a falacy
a pessimist
a tragedy
a bad choice
a mistake
mistaken
misunderstood

misinterpreted

but i also, am a participater in every experience that i have. so as i am not, i must in some way be so.
and reality blurs
like mileposts flying by while blinking and sleeping in the passenger seat
no longer a question
just waiting for time to pass, as nothing matters at all, in the grand scheme of things

and i've got a million faces smiling that you just can't see
a black cloud for a blanket
and secrets just for me
easier so, because no way of explaining
i know everything
because i know nothing
and got no worries
cuz there aint a thing
as far as i can see
that anything needs to be

and if i could laugh for ever, you would want me dead

i just can't stop laughing while i walk