He says he's on his way again,
And he knows you'll watch him go.
And he knows you'll watch him go.
He says he's gonna change, but when?
He can't part with his shadow.
Hops on the carpet, takes a ride;
It's a dark rainbowed fantasy.
Laughs at the genie at his side
And abnegates reality.
Sails into a candied dream
On a mystical airstream.
Life is too demanding, gotta decompress;
He's got a lengthy list of excuses.
Doesn't really care 'cause he's directionless;
He's got nothing to gain, so he loses.
He says he coulda made it big—
Same old story, same old song.
Oil well is deep, but he won't dig;
Talented, but too headstrong.
He's a drifter once again,
Gliding back to where he's been.
Nothing much to prove now; might as well regress.
He's got a lengthy list of excuses.
Doesn't really care 'cause he's directionless;
He's got nothing to gain, so he loses.
Half-hearted, half-willing,
Halfway to making up his mind.
Why bother fulfilling
A dream he'd rather leave behind?
Nothing to commit to, and no one to impress;
He's got a lengthy list of excuses.
Doesn't really care 'cause he's directionless;
He's got nothing to gain, so he loses.
© 2024 David Acosta
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