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OBSERVATIONS... It's a cruelly beautiful thing,
there are no real answers
when it comes to the stuff that's real
And no real truths or great deals.
One man's right is another man's wrong;
No ones sure about how they feel all along.
I could write philosophically
and tell you of some Romantic fable,
Instead I'll just lay my cards on the table.
everyone's hooked on some kind of love notion,
To busy looking under rocks to figure out devotion.
And No ones ever happy with their lot.
Everyone always wants what someone else's got.
Including me.
I'm not above anyone's shit
Though sometimes I act like mine don't stink.
We've all had it tough in some way or other;
So what's the key to a decent life?
Or Is that's the key, to be decent rather?
Decent is all we can hope for if we want to be real.
But most of us crave and chase all things unreal.
So hopeful and innocent first, we place our pies in the sky,
And build samdcastles in the air ignoring the who or why?
Foundations that should be laid under them, undone of course
Then the castles vanish in to the thin air with no supports.
As the jealous pull us down,
un able to look up and tend with care
The castles lay forgotten, crumbling in disrepair
No one wants to do the tough stuff,
No one takes pride in their work anymore.
Entertainment junkies and micro fame whores.
Reality 'wanna be' TV. Our embarrassing
Self absorption on display for all
No sensorship, no idea. no self respect
It's a scarey situation for the usual suspect.
Ok, ok I said it's beautiful.
Where is it? Well, look around,
it's ignored everywhere everyday.
So to those who don't want to see, what do you say?
There's a new kind of dark beauty that saddens me today.
Darknes is reveled, even considered a right of passage
Stuff the books, stuff the truths in a righteous message.
Rebellion was for the few now it's just the norm
The boundries are too wide you can hardly
Push any buttons and touch her fisted sides.
But there is some small consolation about this bitch,
It's the tiny gap of innocence of a new born life
Not born defiled, or of defilement, not born into strife
I just have to find it and wrap it in pretty words.
But right now, I just don't see the need,
For Nothing will be heard or change in heed.
Life is a cruelly beautiful thing
life doesn't kill people;
People with lives kill people,
And The beautifulest and cruelest
thing about life,
is the life in it.
