Who Cares?

Plate out their pride

And unveil their vanity

Always working to ensure 

They assert their own insanity

Presently the proud parents

Of validation-needing offspring

Perfection for just one month?

Does that even mean anything?

Sticker on their car says "Honor Roll"

But doing nothing for something can take its toll

Sit back, relax, but make sure everyone's aware

All eyes on them to see who cares

Voice their own brand of colorful vomit

And throw up their hands in disgust

Remind us again why they think they're above it

Then try hiding the fact that they also rust

Bare-knuckle box with knowledge

And argue they came out on top

Detest logic backed up by detailed data

And for the love of God don't ever stop!

Stamp on the meat says "Grade 'A' Beef"

But doing nothing for something can find no relief

Sit back, relax, but make sure everyone's aware

All eyes on them to see who cares

Fifteen minutes of fabulous fame

That grew into a grotesque game

Finally at the top of what's still the bottom

Arguing that they're better than "them"

Strut their stuff and politely curtsy

Then act like their shit doesn't reek

Display that pearly white fallacy

And convince the world attention isn't what they seek

Plaque on the wall says "Most Valuable Player"

But doing nothing for something can start to wear

Sit back, relax, but make sure everyone's aware

All eyes on them to see who cares

Help yourself to some self help books

And continue ignoring the mess of dirty looks

A sultry shamble of shifty crooks

With too much already to know what they took

God's gifts to the world

Or so they'd like you to believe

A world without them

Would be impossible to conceive

With the title of "Entitled" they'll all agree

That "Everyone needs to know about me!

I am right! Hear me roar!"

Blind to a world that doesn't care anymore

Tombstone says "The Dopest Fool There Ever Was!"

Died doing nothing for something just because

Lie back, relax, because we're all now aware

All eyes on them, but who cares?

Out of the Past

I can't find where I used to be
An all too distant memory
I re-read the words that followed me here
They've pinned me down in another year

I set out to tell a story
And I ended up writing quite a few
But the problem with getting older
Is forgetting what once was new

It's not a feeling I can recreate
Nor do I want to. Perhaps simulate?
It's a chapter I've finished reading, I suppose
But I'm not sure how the next chapter goes

It reads confusing, like a different language
And it feels distant like an unknown age
The difference is distinct, but utterly satisfying
I'm finding so much happiness while not even trying

I have no regrets save the pages still pending
I have no idea how to get to the ending
I have a new love that sets pages a fire
And yet there remains and unfinished desire

Enough already! Stop trying to retrieve
Just put pen to paper and start to believe
Work from new emotions and let those feelings go
That work was built through depression, or didn't you know?

Finish the story, find a new way to start
You can finally end it because you have her in your heart

Comeback

Lost it? Can't find it.
Wondering where that part of my mind is
You wrote; now you quote
Originality locked in complexity
A story for someone
That I can't seem to get done
A past life, I lived
To get it back; what I wouldn't give
If depression was its food
I'd say goodbye for good
If loneliness was its fire
I'd happily leave that desire
Which emotion caused a spark?
What no leaves me in the dark?
I am happy.  I am content.
Is that what caused its end?
Creativity running dry
And all I can ask is why?
Is it me? Have I changed?
Is my lack of effort to be blamed?
Is it okay? Is it for the best?
Is it all just a part of my past?
I'm in love.  I'm no longer searching
Still, the desire to write is lurking...

Nostalgia

Sit back. Relax. And imagine it's raining...
Another day in and a day's worth of complaining
From you, from them, all to no end
From side to side from the middle and then...

Everything and everyone shouts, all at once
Feigned  intelligence while wearing caps that say "DUNCE"
Lean to the left, lean to the right
Stuck in the middle and itchin' for a fight

When there's wisdom in comedy
When there's dispute among classes
When there's nostalgia in brutality
It's no wonder there's unrest in the masses

Sit back. Relax. And imagine there's sun
And we're all back in primary education
From you, from them, knowing absolutely nothing
Snotty hand holding snotty hand but knowing one thing...

That in this moment we haven't a care
And life is just a game of truth or dare
Elaborate fortunes were told on paper 
And circles and dots could prevent what was in the air

When there are adults who haven't grown up
When the monsters have come out from under the bed
When what we've stomached is something we should've thrown up
It's no wonder we're all lost in our own heads

Sit back. Relax. And imagine it's snowing
And we're no longer concerned if our hearts are showing
From you, to them, then repeat again and again
Until you can look into their eyes and see that they're glowing