Damn that was deep, I can’t do that

Interpretations, meanings, lessons, I’m not about that

Why are we so afraid of being without that nonsense?

If Shakespeare wanted to express hamlets need to find his fathers murderer

Why couldn’t he just say that

I don’t want to read about an antic disposition

Or a play within a play

To try to figure out that

Why do we need to look for a deeper meaning

In everything we read

Why couldn’t the green light across the water be just that

A green light

Not a “GO” sign for Gatsby

Or his hopes and dreams for the future

What kind of nonsense are we really upbringing

Why cant we accept it for what it is

Motifs, themes, metaphors, their not for me

Want my perspective on life

Just ask me

But don’t expect it to be hidden inside the deeper meaning of a soliloquy