Monday, February 20, 2012

What's Next After So Much Time

I need total silence when I write. Cannot concentrate otherwise. Today I need to shake things up, trying to grab the vibe of the last three weeks and choke the life out of it while choking life back into it. Less obsess, more success. Got Dylan playing on the Ipod machine. Sat down and started to write. Without pretense. Without much thought. This is what poured out. I don't typically write rhyming poetry. It seems simplistic. Its too easy for me. Today I need easy, today it makes sense. Overall its not very good but there are some good ideas in there. And I know its better than anything you could come up with.
An aside: Add Dylan to the list. Love the man. Always have. A guy who had so much confidence in his words that he dared to go out and attempt a career with that voice. I think he has done very well.

You fight for 58 years rocking and rolling away the tears
Knowing full well you can't quit after all these beers
Taking life's pounding and bouncing back every single time
Occasionally eating cat food and drinking cheap wine
Clipping coupons, minimizing expenses, dreaming to maximize hope while
imbibing whiskey and smoking dope
Hope that is often on life support
Waiting for a positive report
Watching, waiting, learning, becoming expert at wrapping wounds
and moving on
Looking for the opportunity to sing your own song
There's a look of confusion in your eyes but the light,
the light is almost always there
It fades from time to time but burns because you care
You care about your legacy, what you leave behind
A wasted life won't cut it, can't stomach the thought of wasting time
You know what you deserve and you ain't seen it yet
Haven't tasted it, seen it or felt it but you still haven't lost the bet
The bet your parents wagered when they exposed you to the world
The bet you laid down when you created a family and let their banner unfurl
You owe them and you owe you
Its your life to live but its their life to lose
So whaddya gonna do?
So whaddya gonna do?
Keep on smiling at the rain, keep on beating back the pain
Never apologize, never explain
Live your rules, paint your soul on your skin
Ignore the fools, laugh at their attempts to get in
No one is welcome inside your head
There's no room there, no appetite for negative words to be said
Move quickly and forcefully, always more, never less
Cut doubt with a razor blade called confidence
Grab a hold of your life NOW and pull yourself up
Believe with extreme prejudice and never stop
Nothing else matters
Nothing else matters

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