let’s go to the big city
let’s forget about our jobs, and the concept of money.
let’s take the car, and enjoy the drive
even if it lasts our whole lives.
because today the pastor talked about the end times,
and he referenced our monsters and troubles,
and the monster i saw was huge indeed
but instead of ten horns he was wearing a cloak of habit:
habitual anxiety, habitual boredom, and habitual lack of joy.
let’s go to the towns with character, and if we can’t leave in the morning
we can make our own towns have personality tonight
let’s decide to love our lives, and be able to reply with a different saying then
let’s stop hesitating to discover, to emerge ourselves in cold water,
for once let’s be extreme, and even if it turns out bad let’s not lose sleep.
and i say this because i’ve got big dreams,
i say this because i love good feelings and the way this heat has inspired an
art of living.
so you go and i’ll be happy for you,
but i won’t wait for my “time”.
if i can’t get out now, i’ve decided that this is my “prime”,
because each morning i wake up and each night i lay down,
i’ve noticed my time to be filled with empty minutes, empty hours.
so i’ll sit with the boy all by himself,
i’ll open the windows and turn off the air,
i’ll pull out the paint and put up my hair,
and the only thing i’ll wait upon is the word of my god,
and the rest i’ll take on with insight and excitement,
hope and enlightenment.