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Exit, Stage Right
Nothing shocks me these days. I mean the longer you live, the more things you can’t unsee. That’s the way of the world, after a while we all become desensitized. Behavior, is mimicked, and learned. Originality, that’s a lost art form, these days. It’s so easy to go with the crowd, it’s harder to go against the grain.
I mean, it could be cool to inspire others. But like a gypsy wind, sometimes we can wander to far. Get lost in the moment, lose the story plot. So, I would never want to be idolized, that’s not what I’m about. That’s the kind of thinking, that’ll open up a forbidden door.
It’s best to be laid back, and to stay vigilant. I’m a writer, a creature of habit, and often function in my own headspace. I’m not the leader, but I’m not a follower either. I shuffle to a different drum beat. A real renegade, truly doesn’t give two fucks.
Money, can come with strings attached. Especially, if it leads to a contract. Then the signer should beware, that the deal, can never be undone. This world is about ownership, how much do you own? How much do they own? Houses, Cars, Boats, and every gadget under the sun. Only to be fooled, when the happiness part never comes.
I once knew this musician, bloke. His name escapes me, because he wanted to be forgotten. Maybe that was best, for his future fans. Because if they knew what a miserable fuck, he was, it might change people's perception of him.
He lived in fear, of not being relevant anymore. That’s a sad deal, but it happens all the time. He’s never been the same, since the truth was revealed to him. Last I heard, he was living in a single-wide, in some unknown town. Broken, drunk, and clueless about his soul being gone.
That’s what being idolized, or idolizing some one, can lead too. I’ve seen it, a time or two, in my life. From my experience, and having a few summers, to think it over. It's my personal opinion, one should be aware of their surroundings. Danger, is always just around the corner. Maybe, I shouldn't give advice. I know when it’s time to exit, stage right.
DL
I mean, it could be cool to inspire others. But like a gypsy wind, sometimes we can wander to far. Get lost in the moment, lose the story plot. So, I would never want to be idolized, that’s not what I’m about. That’s the kind of thinking, that’ll open up a forbidden door.
It’s best to be laid back, and to stay vigilant. I’m a writer, a creature of habit, and often function in my own headspace. I’m not the leader, but I’m not a follower either. I shuffle to a different drum beat. A real renegade, truly doesn’t give two fucks.
Money, can come with strings attached. Especially, if it leads to a contract. Then the signer should beware, that the deal, can never be undone. This world is about ownership, how much do you own? How much do they own? Houses, Cars, Boats, and every gadget under the sun. Only to be fooled, when the happiness part never comes.
I once knew this musician, bloke. His name escapes me, because he wanted to be forgotten. Maybe that was best, for his future fans. Because if they knew what a miserable fuck, he was, it might change people's perception of him.
He lived in fear, of not being relevant anymore. That’s a sad deal, but it happens all the time. He’s never been the same, since the truth was revealed to him. Last I heard, he was living in a single-wide, in some unknown town. Broken, drunk, and clueless about his soul being gone.
That’s what being idolized, or idolizing some one, can lead too. I’ve seen it, a time or two, in my life. From my experience, and having a few summers, to think it over. It's my personal opinion, one should be aware of their surroundings. Danger, is always just around the corner. Maybe, I shouldn't give advice. I know when it’s time to exit, stage right.
DL
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