Do you ever get fed up with guru type people saying, “When you push yourself to the limits and believe in yourself anything is possible”? Perhaps I’m too polite when they get on my case. What I generally do is think of what I could/should have answered. Something like, “If anything is possible how come I can’t play the piano while wearing boxing gloves?”
I think I’d rather try to live the dream, than stay focused and chase a goal.
Pumping out the clever stuff
Doesn’t always do it for me
When I have to I can write the flashy lyrics
And spit them out for free
Say, ‘I am the solitary gardener
I spend my time sowing the seeds of songs
In the days before the first frost comes
I sense where the melody belongs
Harvesting this seasons words
Dressing up notes in best-fit chords
Picking out the warm tunes
For wintertime’s new records’
Yet when I get asked, ‘Why not be a suit?
Get a regular job like any other bro
That’s the best way to make your millions’
I answer, ‘I don’t know’
But in reality I do know
I just don’t understand big egos, flash cars and why some boast
Whether I get it right, or get it wrong
There’s no way they’ll be a requiem for my ghost
‘What Summer Left Behind’
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