They want be back in Reno
They still want me here
They want to make it clear to me that I am theirs
An obnoxious, silly game of musical chairs that I am stuck playing forever
The game only ends when all the music dies which, with me, will be never
At least this is how I see it all within my mind
It may die once I decided I am done listening, which is not now
It is not then
Has not been, yet, thus far
I have my own car to drive around in again now, and oh my Lord the fucking envy!
Even my car can feel it this muggy mid-July eve
As I attempted to turn into what was clearly the perfect parking spot, my cars ass hit the tail end of a full-sized SUV
A gargantuan prowler, hidden behind the haze of the day
Crawling up and over the mesas to reek havoc on the wild that is is caught up in a valley of furious Indian tribes
Their singing arrows can still be heard in the adjacent skies
Where wise men and curanderas rest in solace, knowing that forever here on this Earth there will be those who still seek their needs
Through visions and divination of the past that stop the now from ever becoming the future
They nurture those who can never seem to find their own ways
It pays their bills, but barely, in this robotic land we live in today
Children lost in Cyber Space while the voices of underpaid indogents drone on and on, neither party giving two fucks what the textbooks had to say in the first place
Recently, I myself went back to school online and it was quite invigorating in so many ways
However, I could sense all throughout that our class instructor could really care less about what any of the students had to say
In a weird way, that may of been what made it all seem so fun to me
I stayed spun and made a world of difference all at the same time
Being ahead in the game is never a crime unless you make it be and I won\'t, not ever
Everyone wants to keep playing musical chairs because they are secretly fond of how clever I can be too....
7/20/2012