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I think I'll start posting here more, seeing as how I find myself with more and more to rant about these days. So, in that vein, here's something I wrote down last night while trying to study for my geometry final. Originally it was in run-on paragraph form, I split it up like this just to make it a little more readable. Otherwise, this is pretty much exactly how it was written, with maybe two or three words changed for clarity or a cheap rhyme.
I was trying to capture a sense of wanting to change for the better, but at the same time being of sure of what that was, and as a consequence of that simply continuing to do more of the same. This is a struggle that eats away at me, and after writing this, I proceeded to walk back to my room while listening to don't push by sublime, and then run around outside for a bit yelling the lyrics, telling mike that I felt almost high at the time.
I wanna run away from what was forced on me, do what makes sense to me,
sing a song, smoke a bong,
live a while and then pass on.
But then a pang of doubt resonates through my whole brain and I am back to where I am,
desparate for things to start making sense,
where people have expectations and I am here to please them.
I weigh my options, knowing what I think is right,
and in my bed at home is where I still end up at night.
So how do I let go and figure out how to really stop giving a damn?
Cuz I'm so caught up in this here world, silently killing myself for the man.
Of course it's easy when everything is white and black,
why do you think I went so long with a monkey on my back?
So it's hard when everything is up for grabs
and your only source of morality is what you have.
But that's what freedom is: for me and you and everybody else
to co-exist, promoting one another's health.
Does that sound sick, like it's a joke that wouldn't work?
Well that's funny, I think the same of consumeristic big-box, life-sucking, soul-fucking Wal-Mart whores.
What if all you knew was crime and pain,
and then you learned about America's game?
I'd be pretty pissed and probably kill a man or two or three thousand more
and then I'd blow up all your fucking stores.
So I say we hold ourselves to a higher standard,
cuz our heads are so far up our asses we can't hear our family screaming.
What have we got to lose besides a lifestyle that's obsolete
or a space-wasting, pedestrian-killing street?
We've learned a lot and I say we use it,
but be mindful and critical of those who will abuse it.
I was trying to capture a sense of wanting to change for the better, but at the same time being of sure of what that was, and as a consequence of that simply continuing to do more of the same. This is a struggle that eats away at me, and after writing this, I proceeded to walk back to my room while listening to don't push by sublime, and then run around outside for a bit yelling the lyrics, telling mike that I felt almost high at the time.
I wanna run away from what was forced on me, do what makes sense to me,
sing a song, smoke a bong,
live a while and then pass on.
But then a pang of doubt resonates through my whole brain and I am back to where I am,
desparate for things to start making sense,
where people have expectations and I am here to please them.
I weigh my options, knowing what I think is right,
and in my bed at home is where I still end up at night.
So how do I let go and figure out how to really stop giving a damn?
Cuz I'm so caught up in this here world, silently killing myself for the man.
Of course it's easy when everything is white and black,
why do you think I went so long with a monkey on my back?
So it's hard when everything is up for grabs
and your only source of morality is what you have.
But that's what freedom is: for me and you and everybody else
to co-exist, promoting one another's health.
Does that sound sick, like it's a joke that wouldn't work?
Well that's funny, I think the same of consumeristic big-box, life-sucking, soul-fucking Wal-Mart whores.
What if all you knew was crime and pain,
and then you learned about America's game?
I'd be pretty pissed and probably kill a man or two or three thousand more
and then I'd blow up all your fucking stores.
So I say we hold ourselves to a higher standard,
cuz our heads are so far up our asses we can't hear our family screaming.
What have we got to lose besides a lifestyle that's obsolete
or a space-wasting, pedestrian-killing street?
We've learned a lot and I say we use it,
but be mindful and critical of those who will abuse it.