Chrome and brass gleaming, nylon and rayon washed clean, pressed crisp and sharp, nickel plated tin jingles and shines, as a long golden braid marks a long flexing line. Green stripes mark shoulder straps snug, a patch, a badge and a belt all hung. I look in the mirror and guess what I see? I see the man, staring back at me...
Now how the hell am I to fight the power? How can I bemoan the establishment, or laugh at the rules so silly and unneeded? I am the man, I work for the power, I walk around like an imposing tower, I see all and I will report all I see I will I shall oh hell, fuck me...
My days and nights are constantly changing, barely my own, my sleep patterns are failing, my eyes are growing shallow, my mind fills with numbers, full-time, overtime, sunshine and showers, bleeding my life away, for the almighty dollar, numbing my mind away, squelching the cry, my soul is bleeding running dry, getting lied too and misled, missing my bed, my computer my time, but it's all fine, I'm all grown up now, I walk the line but I hate this I hate this I hate this life, I don't want it, I can't stand it it sucks but it's needed, because everyones floating and singing along with the current ideals but can't you see it's all wrong? Take take take, I me me mine, consume you flakes and ruin it for the dreamers, the truehearts who see past the plastic seams, I just want it simple and not how life seems because it's evolved into a mass slaughter of men's souls and woman's hearts I see the rancid squaller of our state of being.
I just want more than what the tv tells me, I just want things stripped down, a select few innovations, and less bullshit like being owned by other nations, I'm not a slave I'm not a beast, I'm me simply me and now I can see, that now that I'm awake, I'm still stuck in the dream, turned sour it's a nightmare as far as I can see...
But I really can't care I can't save the world, it is what it is like a flag unfurled. And thats alright as far as I care, because I got her love and mine to share, I really thought this wouldn't be lyrical, but it's alright, I hope the point has been made, and if not s'alright, I'll endure cause I love her, my sweet and gentle maid, you are worth all the effort the coffee and stress and even worth quitting smoking cigarets, because if surviving hell is what it will take, then I'll finish each round and lay my steak into falling in love with you every day, it's all I really need and now that's all I have to say...
Well, at least until next time that is... :)
Shut up Internet, you should know better by now.
Love endures because it's all you need,
~Caleb
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