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How to Start...
Well, how about identifying myself?
But what is an indentity?
Something society expects you to conform to,
A pre-designed persona with which you spend your life fighting.
Is anyone really happy with it?
No.
Maybe.
Yes.
I don't know.
Yeah.
No.
I'm a twenty-something who has his own identity.
I took that pre-designed one,
You know, the one my parents wanted for me,
And I shoved it in the toilet,
I took a shit on it and said toodles.
I won't conform to society.
I won't be another zombie,
Going day by day wishing:
Wishing I'd married her.
Wishing I'd taken that job.
Wishing I'd gone to that college
Wishing I hadn't picked up that first beer at 14.
Wishing that joint wasn't ever there.
Wishing this pack of cigarettes was my last.
I won't.
It's too bad most of society has conformed.
Maybe I'll find the one who hasn't.
Maybe my dream girl is out there.
Maybe I will have the life I've wanted for myself.
We'll see.
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Posted by actor043 on 2008-04-17 03:01:18 | Rating: n/a | Views: 62
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