Wake up to the splash of reality
The thirst for WD40 is the high pitch call of the door that lets you into the world of everyone else.
A squashy splash sings from below your work boots as you travel through the narrow walkway.
Work boots tied with brown frayed laces that remind you every time you get ready to leave, that the life you lead is wearing away and in NEED of the word “NEW”.
Cloudy days filled with rain help to cover your depression. A place like Seattle would be the perfect location to hide from joy, escape from happiness. Yet everyone loves it here in San Diego.
Who needs a new and scary path when running and hiding is the new American way.
Growing up in a land where “brave” people thrived, the new generations are spoiled and lazy.
Worried that they may need to buy new boots because there laces are frayed. Scared because they don’t know what the currant style is.
The drops of rain hit your face. Mixing with the tears on your cheek and creating the potent elixir of sadness as you squash your way down the street. almost wishing the passing cars would splash you with the gutter watter. The need to dig deeper into your self-destruction makes you want the worst to happen.
Maybe a stray car will hydroplane just before impact. The slamming of your body onto some random schmucks car would definitely make you happy. Plaster a smile on your face. People so worried about you. A huge memorial service in your honor. Maybe even some famous people would show…
The sidewalk now carries your giant ego. The flowing water reflects your distorted self image. The perfect sob story of the next generation. With a multi-million dollar script sure to take a huge bid in Hollywood. “The Sad Story Of YOU”. Coldplay could record the 1 single. A moment of silence would be news worthy at the next MTV movie awards. Thats right Britney and Cristina would sing the same song of silence.
People who barely knew you make millions writing there first hand, inside, personal knowledge of you and your tragic end.
But the squeal of your ego deflating, your own person myth, tall tale, epic story clears your vision to the reality.
Walking down a rainy street to your old car. Driving to your new dead end job. Complaining about the things of the world you do nothing to change. This is your reality. This is your truth.
Cry for the bitch that left you
Cry for the life that ignores you
Cry for the family you should have
Cry for the life your friends have
Cry for Africa
Cry for your pathetic life
When you realize the reality of life, and find your strength, rehydrate with making a move to change. Stop crying, start taking the path of change, the path of something NEW.
Grab the thoughts of your walk. Stretch, twist, bend, break, and recreate the rain that falls. Invent the drops of water into ideas of change. Become showered with a new existence. Transform the shit of life into the best of your greatest dream.
Cry for a idea that makes you think
Think of the idea that makes you cry
Live the life that inspires
Die knowing you did all you could
