If you want

Poormans Copyright 2002

Nothing ever comes out like in the movies.

I look at the reality around me.

It all seems like a sitcom anyway.

Questions arise. But I never find any answers.

Confusion and sadness rule the day.

But I can still manage a smile for you if you ask me.

There’s three sides to this coin.

I wish there was only one.

Or maybe I just need someone who wants all three sides. Rage and reason rise in resonance.

But it gets hard to believe after fifty times fast. Fantasy is not the reality, but one can always dream. The fantasy where every answer lies in you and there’s always someone there.

It keeps me warm since I know the reality is cold and indifferent.

Being numb or being used to it.

Which is worse I cannot say.

Little pieces of peace, like broken tile in a bathroom. You could say it keeps me sane, but I never was from the start.

Life is never your own if you care, the fates will damn you every time.

But you can’t stop, it’s like a drug.

And there’s no rehab center in sight.

God favors idiots, assholes, and jerks.

Nice guys always finish last.

I’ve been told it’s not true, but I know I’m the last on their list anyway.

The phones never for me and the mailbox is always empty. If you think different, then why does bad shit happen to good people.

None of this matters anyway, because I’ll smile for you if you want.

Tenchi

“…the cultivation of the mind, the body, and the soul, and we must always cultivate the soul.”