Gotta buy a miracle
Here I am again,
sitting intoxicated,
Intolerable to everyone but a select few.
I was going to start my sentence with "So,"
but I was told never to do that.
I don't know why it's wrong.
I just never do it.
That seems like a lot of things in life.
I refrain from doing things because someone,
somewhere,
told me it was wrong and that I would regret it in the end.
Problem is, I don't when the end is.
No one does.
I don't even know if I believe my own bullshit anymore.
I say things because I feel like they need to be said.
My life isn't a movie,
and yet I do and say things like I'm writing a script,
hoping that maybe if I say the right things,
the outcome with lean in my favor.
By now, I should have learned better.
I have three roads that I want to go down,
and judging by past experiences,
each one with close before I'm even close.
It's time to celebrate though.
I can't think of a way to explain it,
but there is still cause for celebration.
This freedom I have is overwhelming.
It's like I am yearning for boundaries,
but when I seem them I run for my life.
It's a never ending circle.
A merry go round that will never cease,
until someone is crazy enough to jump on the polar bear
next to me.
sitting intoxicated,
Intolerable to everyone but a select few.
I was going to start my sentence with "So,"
but I was told never to do that.
I don't know why it's wrong.
I just never do it.
That seems like a lot of things in life.
I refrain from doing things because someone,
somewhere,
told me it was wrong and that I would regret it in the end.
Problem is, I don't when the end is.
No one does.
I don't even know if I believe my own bullshit anymore.
I say things because I feel like they need to be said.
My life isn't a movie,
and yet I do and say things like I'm writing a script,
hoping that maybe if I say the right things,
the outcome with lean in my favor.
By now, I should have learned better.
I have three roads that I want to go down,
and judging by past experiences,
each one with close before I'm even close.
It's time to celebrate though.
I can't think of a way to explain it,
but there is still cause for celebration.
This freedom I have is overwhelming.
It's like I am yearning for boundaries,
but when I seem them I run for my life.
It's a never ending circle.
A merry go round that will never cease,
until someone is crazy enough to jump on the polar bear
next to me.