Catastrophic luck
Calamitous fate
Cataclysmic by nature
All just a part of the ebb and flow
The cadence of survival
A morbid truth
On the other side of the kaleidoscope lies
A more pleasant side to things
Like pots of gold at the end of a rainbow
But when you try to have a rainbow without a little rain
Unsettling
Like a precarious concoction of venom
Inching closer to your lips
Or like the moment you realize
you left your wallet at home
A generation of dopamine addicts
An age
Where J. Cole has more followers than God
And there are more genders than there are harry potter books
Where it makes sense to people to build a wall for protection
A week later a notorious criminal escapes by a tunneling through his cell
When eating becomes a hobby
And socializing means waiting for a text back
There’s a problem
Happiness needs constant inertia
Yet stress and dissatisfaction just seem constant period.
Sometimes you just gotta take a break
Humble yourself
So you’re ready to raise a little hell
When time comes for me to put on the pine overcoat
The last thing I’ll be thinking about is my regrets
Somewhere along the way I decided I just wanted to have a good time
And have fun while I’m at it.
Parents always tell kids they know better
because they’re older
and wiser
You know I was your age once, what I tell you I learned from experience.
Well if that’s case, why not try to experience everything?
Be the darn wisest old man
Stepping out of the front door as the birds serenade the morning sky. I stretch my arms as far as they go and slowly open the gate and press play on my phone.
As soon as the bass hits my eardrum, I’m off
I run down the street, onto the next, until I reach the end of town.
Then onto the next.
Taking a moment to appreciate the different shades of green in the trees planted along the concrete. Looking at all the tiny details that make up the building down the block.
I take a moment to humble myself,
so that later I’ll be ready to raise a little hell.