not a cloud in the sky
sometimes i feel like life is a war between the smart, uncool, and unhappy highschooler inside me and the hippy, everything-is-beautiful early twenties i used to be
there's that highschooler, firmly convinced that everything and everyone is totally fucked
all of those questions, "why are people assholes?" "why is the world so screwed up?" "how is change possible?" and maybe even you have all the answers but they offer no comfort at all
and there are many beautiful things, but almost all of them are also kind of sad
so you run around, deeply unhappy, certain that you know a whole bunch of stuff, angry and right an powerless
the hippy early twenties bear knows about all this, but knows about some other stuff too
there is ice cream and flowers and dancing, there is hope and love and the ridiculous hilarity of everything
maybe the world's going to hell in a handbasket, but also isn't this roast chicken delicious?
who cares if the neighbor's dog keeps shitting on the lawn?
it's not that hard to clean it up
there is always something that can make everything okay
this is not as flaky and stupid as it sounds
the basic difference between these two people is that the angry highschooler thinks that everyone sucks and that's just the way it is, and the hippy early-twenties bear thinks mostly people are alright and the ones that suck can be ignored or explained away
now i'm in my mid twenties and there's probably going to be some whole new person that comes out to make sense of everything
what's it going to be?
lately, i find myself more furious than i've been in years
that hippy bear can't keep this shit in check no more
maybe i won't get into fights
but there are more and more people who i wish would burn in hell a little
just get singed a bit, just a few bites from demons
i don't want that pound of flesh, but i'd appreciate a few ounces
and i think to myself, "daniel, why so crazy? let it go"
but these days its less easy than it used to be
advice? predictions? lemme hear them
there's that highschooler, firmly convinced that everything and everyone is totally fucked
all of those questions, "why are people assholes?" "why is the world so screwed up?" "how is change possible?" and maybe even you have all the answers but they offer no comfort at all
and there are many beautiful things, but almost all of them are also kind of sad
so you run around, deeply unhappy, certain that you know a whole bunch of stuff, angry and right an powerless
the hippy early twenties bear knows about all this, but knows about some other stuff too
there is ice cream and flowers and dancing, there is hope and love and the ridiculous hilarity of everything
maybe the world's going to hell in a handbasket, but also isn't this roast chicken delicious?
who cares if the neighbor's dog keeps shitting on the lawn?
it's not that hard to clean it up
there is always something that can make everything okay
this is not as flaky and stupid as it sounds
the basic difference between these two people is that the angry highschooler thinks that everyone sucks and that's just the way it is, and the hippy early-twenties bear thinks mostly people are alright and the ones that suck can be ignored or explained away
now i'm in my mid twenties and there's probably going to be some whole new person that comes out to make sense of everything
what's it going to be?
lately, i find myself more furious than i've been in years
that hippy bear can't keep this shit in check no more
maybe i won't get into fights
but there are more and more people who i wish would burn in hell a little
just get singed a bit, just a few bites from demons
i don't want that pound of flesh, but i'd appreciate a few ounces
and i think to myself, "daniel, why so crazy? let it go"
but these days its less easy than it used to be
advice? predictions? lemme hear them