A formal apology to the city of North Port, or a formal denouncing of humanity
I feel the need to apologize to North Port. I was so anxious to leave nights where smoke curled through the room concealing the worthlessness written on the faces of my peers. Escape, to somewhere that the future wasn’t downed in cheap beer, where affection wasn’t wasted because we were too impatient for love. Yes North Port, I ask your forgiveness because I see now that my complaint was never really with you. My problem lies with the broader population, and their numb-minded inability to be anything more than everyone else. An entire generation thrilled to death with their prepackaged rebellion, their pop culture enlightenment. The great ultimatum of our lives today has become either isolation or retardation. I am not a particularly strong person, so I don’t have allot of sympathy for anyone who “couldn’t help” but choose the later.
“Turns out not where but who you’re with that really matters.” I used to sing, swelling with the love of my friends. But I apologize to North Port, because I am realizing with this lyric in mind, that I would rather be alone.
“Turns out not where but who you’re with that really matters.” I used to sing, swelling with the love of my friends. But I apologize to North Port, because I am realizing with this lyric in mind, that I would rather be alone.