I just Quit,
That which soothes me so,
Yet sucks the damn life out of me sometimes.
Fast-forward. Rewind. Fretboard.
Pause. Breathe.
Does it really matter?
Yes.
I got caught up, along a road I never really Knew,
Wished for or fully respected.
Opened a door to some reckless day now in rearview.
Hey Jimmy, ever Ask for a passion to control you?
Set you down, turn you inside out,
Ask you to give everything for it?
Ask yourself to abandon everything else,
All you worked towards?
Ignoring the warning signs along the way,
Leading up to that one day you signed a mere slip of paper
that only brought disaster,
A young man’s dropout progression.
Ain’t no Grateful Dead story to tell you,
Sell you, Melt you down, Through rhythmic romance,
Timed, Just, Right.
Ain’t some sorry night I shared betwixt familial wit
Mixed with a little lingual lick
That didn’t quite stick, Till Just, Right, Now.
Well, oh well, I believe I’ve found my misstep
Which of course serves as a plurality of paths
Walked upon supposedly in Isolation.
Manifestations of interrelations brought upon my inquiry
To where I went wrong.
Just a sore Individual. Who fell down a well, for a short while, he never expected.