Lost in my own thoughts
I try to make progress
it alludes me
like a fly to that sticky shit fly paper
In over my head
in my own life concept
unable to be at one with my surroundings
I am conflicted
Where is my trademark aloofness when I need it most.
“I’m a student of human moves”
who knows where that line is from?
Trying to get with the program, whatever the fuck that means.
I want to do good, it just seems like that’s getting harder and harder to do, every day.
I know. . .
That the magician app. on their iPhone might possibly be cooler than me. I get it. Doesn’t mean that I have to like it.
So where from here?
time to get creative
Got love in my heart and a smile on my face
Will that be enough
in this new world order.