Lifes Work

Didn’t need to go to the moon Just some place different A different headspace Am I focused and charging to the finish line? Hell no… It’s just like any other unproductive Monday Give Monday a kick in the pants and what do you get? Monday has a sore butt, so it lies down I always try and tell my friends when they are out looking for a job. You don’t need a job… what you need is enough money to pay the bills A little push from the right and a pull from the left A ton of luck and I think everyone could figure their lives out I think conformity is brain washing I think I’d rather die than be unhappy for most of my life I was born a cynic As much as a child could hate with out really knowing what it was I felt that for my family and the human race in general How could the same group of people kill each other off and spend a lot of their time and money on how to do it better? As I look around my neighborhood I see the things that have changed over the past fifteen years I see the things that had changed while I was still living here and thinking “how new�? And I think back to when I use to hide in the trees and pretend I was out in the woods with no one else around I loved the trees so much I use to make believe I was born in the jungle And that my parents found me once while they were out hiking I was different from everyone else I met. I was usually well liked by most I even befriended the coolest guys and girls, but that was in grade school At a catholic school no less People weren’t mirrors back then. You just saw who you wanted to be and tried to be around them as much as you could You would think that you could learn to be different, with out realizing everyone around you was doing the same thing Being a kid involves a lot of self inflicted torture Being older is like learning to walk, you think you have something figured out but then you find yourself sitting on your ass…