I'm just a stupid, simple guy
|
locked inside this caged routine too dumb to find a key
|
so here I am, scarfing down the bliss
|
of an average-Joe American who never stops to wonder
|
if there's more than suburb dreams
|
of children leading mindless ways of living
|
with another family and an SUV
|
|
Take me from this aging road
|
where lives subsist the status quo
|
would you take another swing
|
if there were something else to be?
|
why wait until remorse is closer?
|
|
Now, the months keep going by
|
and overwhelming thoughts
|
of self actualization yield any pursuits
|
but still I question what "successful" means,
|
attempt to act accordingly,
|
won't let access to basic means
|
get in the way of any dreams in mind
|
because we all go about our courses
|
until nothing's left but corpses
|
what's in-between is yours
|
|
Like sheep, we'll follow blindly within fenced restricted grounds
|
such comfort keeps us from wanting to be woken
|
a humored population lured in from false temptation
|
an American Dream formed and never broken down
|
|
No martyrs, no re-entries,
|
no farmers or gentries,
|
over and out, but it's only begun
|
|
-----------------
|
Stupid
|
| Dingus |
