Sounds surfing themed, I know.
I got no feelings
Might as well become a telemarketer
Imitating an unimpressive AI
Robocall after robocall until someone caves
Something, sometime will make it through
It's a numbers game
Even the random spin will be lucky someday
I'm just sitting, eh, standing here
Ax in and, or, uhh, slung on shoulder, low--
But not really that low, cuzz, you see
I can't see that far down, so..
I'm uptight, isn't that what they say?
Lugubrious," I respond, "it's my word of the day."
I must have some pent up rage
Isn't that what they'd say?
I play the pentatonic
Like someone attacking you with a blade
"I'll cut you, I will, motherfucker" is lurking
Under the smile as I carve up the leftover turkey
"Life's all gravy," they accuse me
I accuse
Um, I mean, recuse myself
I'm not a bit angry today
I sit, rather stand, kind of a motionless pacing
Thoughts -- I don't have thoughts --
They have me
Have their way with me most of the day
If I sit and reminisce or if I go outside and play
There's a chorus I really gotta be getting to
Coming up in a minute
Can't rush it though, it'll get here when it gets here
Isn't that the whole point?
Be here now, be in the moment
Present and all that shit..hmn ah ha
I'm waiting, waithing rather, to catch a feeling
The feeling is far off, I sense
But I will wait for it anyway
Waith for it, like a wraith, only waiting, see?
That shadow is me
Waiting for the sun to catch me up to my real self
So, I'll wait for this feeling to come along
Like a bus or a train
A Saturday was scheduled, that's what's on the books
I might as well have one
Get swept up in the madness, the frenzy
That seems to be what everyone is talking about
Focus on this
Ignore that
Gratitude, awareness
Being open, being a part of things
Blah, blah, blah, going with the flow, kinda like
I dunno, surfing?
Waiting for a wave
Too chicken to catch one, should it actually arrive
Telling myself, "No, not this one. It doesn't look right."
What is life?
What's the game of it all?
More fun with rules?
Better with some, at least, I think
Make 'em up as you go along
Write your own song
Sing it for you, let others in as you see fit or not
Stop making notes to self and pick up your guitar
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