Thursday, April 23, 2009

This Assembly Line

This Assembly Line

My whole life I’ve been stuck on this assembly line
They tell me when it’s over I will be fine
But for some reason I don’t believe it
I want to control my own life and get up and leave it
First it gave me all sorts of rules
And then it shipped me off to school
Next it told me what is right and wrong
While it pushed my along with a cattle prong
It is always operating on my mind
While it contaminates my heart to make sure I don’t shine
I can already feel its horrible work
But in my mind escape plans still lurk
Everybody else just follows along
But I don’t want to be stuck in this planned out song
But if I jump of this machine that makes me fit in
They’ll throw me in the loony bin
I want to get off this assembly line and enjoy my life
But what they’ll do then will cause great strife
The things they’ll do if I escape make me worry
But it’s worth it just to plan my own journey
To get out of this system takes great courage
But if I do I know my heart will flourish
I need to use my brain while I still have it
You never know when the machine will spring up and grab it
Maybe they’re right and I’m insane
Or maybe the assembly line has already replaced their brains

Monday, April 20, 2009

Some Deep Angry Poetry

My Deep Angry Poem

Everyone tells me to be myself
But I want to call everyone a stupid short elf
Everyone tells me to follow my heart
But all I want to do is eat chips and drink pop and fart
Everyone tells me to follow my dreams
But I want to punch them until they burst at the seams
Everyone tells me to think on my own
But I want everyone to follow my commands while I sit on a golden throne
Everyone tells me to be my own man
But I want to stick their heads in the sand

If I did whatever I wanted
I’d end up on the list of “Most Wanted”
If I said whatever I thought
I’d end up beaten or shot
I’m receiving mixed messages right now
Do I do the things people expect or call everyone a big fat cow

It’s not that I’m all bad you see
There is actually a quite large good side in me
But the dark side speaks much much louder
It takes much less wisdom and love and in the end it gives you much much more power

It’s one thing to ask if I’ll do what’s expected
Or if I will do whatever I have elected
But it’s a whole different story to find which emotions I follow
Part of me wants to help others at whatever expense but another wants to do what’s best for me, even if it causes others great sorrow
There are so many feelings that flow inside me
In the end the person I become will be from which feelings I follow
along with which way the wind guides me