Lets be serious...for a moment.

I noticed none of the people I know like being serious unless they're angry or want to frivolously argue something. This is why I wrote this.

Ain't it sad how the only place we keep a straight face is at a funeral?

Otherwise we're to busy pretending our lives are ideal

Smiles....cheerin and waving while the radio's playin'

Waiting for our heads to be emptied of impatience

Following the wind, under the impression its taking us to some safe haven

Swallowing a whim, digesting our indigestion of cheap food for thought

 

 

Aren't you glad you're alone and pace quietly in your bedroom?

And question your existence with no self-consciousness

Because everybody else is a cheery existentialist

Giving advice without the objectivity of a psychologist

Based on their own misguided values as a cultural apologist

 

 

How often do you miss your childhood vacuity?

Does it visit you when you find you have no immunity

To the world's immensity?

 

 

When you attempt to understand their politics and their rules

And their petitions and their governing

And their rights and their demands and their morals

And you try to make sense of it

Don't you feel like a fool?

 

Now that you believe in a God

Do you think it belives in you? The you

Thats like every you that isn't you

The you that doesn't understand you

The you that wants you to be more like I

The I that you can only imagine yourself as

The I that isn't me

The I that can't be found in us

The I you thought up while watching them

Pretend they were like us

The I that you hate

The I that you love

 

After protesting your own discontent

After laughing until you cramp

After screaming until someone succumbs

After a womb that gives life to your beliefs and

Murders your boredom

Makes you want to change the channel

After you feel like s**t because no one cares about your

Self pity

NOW

Do you think

That

NOW

You can be serious?