Aye, It can be difficult to exist, at some point or another. If Athena came out of Zeus’s skull from a splitting headache? Yes indeed.
I wish I could plunge my boney fingers right into my skull and pry that bitch open, I imagine it would be quite the sound.
Experiencing it from the inside, that sound, the sound of the rind breaking away from the melon, Traveling throughout the bone and reaching the inner ear. Crrrrrunch, Crack, splay,spatchcock the headstock, pry it open.
Get this bullshit out of here.
If you relieve enough pressure maybe your posture straightens, maybe you stop looking at the ground when you walk…
Ahhhh, you rat fuckers…
Alright… you shake it off, try to remember what you know and be aware.
“It’s not my world”
Not by a longshot, it’s our world and I see it.
I leave a trail of litter and destruction,
Up until now and including now,
All wrong.
Not to be heard or taken seriously, just sorting.
And I thank God for it, I’d hate to think of a world where I was not allowed, hate to think what other way there might be.
On the flip side, I was rather good at soccer.
Long legs, long stride, I enjoyed it very much. Kicking balls in the desired direction, a quick handshake between the mind and body.
I’d trade it.
I’d trade mediocre guitar skills for athletic drive and talent,, fuck it man, I’d trade it for a degree in any respectable field.
But I got what I got , so you roll with it.
There’s not one that I can ask forgiveness from.
My mom? Pshhh. Talk about the jungle of vines in that one’s spirit.
Father? No, I don’t like you. I respect parts of you and your genetic lineage , but as a person?
No, I don’t think so.
You paid a lot of money in child support for my sister and I, and every time you look,,, nope, not worth it. (Pull out fellas, I promise)
Stepfather?
Don’t get me started.
You ever wonder how many people visit gravestones to ask for forgiveness?
Worthless…
Nah, you gotta have rules,
dawn 