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I've been stuck between floors pushing all the pull doors
out of commission had to turn to the pages of a past edition
to find a flicker of what's been missing and I don't know if it's the drink still in
my system but I woke up today like a man on a mission
it's time to reacquaint myself, with myself
and The Disposable Lifestyle reassume the profile
I'm not going to be at the of my days thinking about the days I've slaved
the monies I've made work to live, live to work-
if you've got to ask the question...
The Disposable Lifestyle- you get your house, you get your friends,
you get your girl, you get your world and it's all in tact
but it doesn't alter the fact that nothing remains
the only constant is change it's not for everyone
it's not always for me but when I'm right in its sights
I almost feel free caught between a comfort zone
and a rut staying in and staying put
I'd lost sight of myself entirely
and in some ways I'm missing out but you can't be all things
you can't sustain a relationship and have absolute freedom
commit to a job and take months off when you need them
I'm reluctant to make the choice that will snuff out the chance of any other
course I want to stand, plate in hand
before a full life smorgasbord
and I'm thinking back to 2000 hitching along the Murray
I've no money, no worries, I'm in no hurry I've no destination beyond where that next
car is going I've been thumbing the road for an hour
no vehicles are slowing but I just have this sense of serenity
I need to get back into that skin I'm so comfortable in
reapply my identity
when I'm dead and burned a little Ash in a little urn
want each of my friends to take a pinch of me
scatter me across the world I don't want to occupy the same spot
view the same sky from the same plot I want the newness, the trueness, the debut-ness
when all that's stopping you from change is other people
how they wish you to remain this picture they have of you
but it's an old photo in the frame kick against type
relight the pipe dreams keep them aflame
find something you enjoy doing and do it
pursue it until you wish on something else
shake things up, break things up reroute the routine
spring clean the cobwebs of inertia step outside the grooves
remove the metal from the shoes these steel hooves
weighing down your legs until your legs won't move
all the waiting, the procrastinating rather than slowing down in life
we ought to be accelerating
I'll probably be forty and knowing a little self-conscious being that bit older
than most going where I'm going
but then I'm going to be fifty and careless brimful of tales and reckless
and despite the miles on the clock at sixty I hope to look forty-seven
and be sinewy and sprightly like Iggy Pop by seventy my eyesight
will presumably by shot but I hope my mind is still open
to what it's not got and if I make eighty
I'll have scrapbooks aplenty photos and diaries and poems
to remind me that life is beauty
idealism can be realism and taking risks-
the chances, the friendships the places, the romances
are what enriched me and proved ultimately
one exists
The Disposable Lifestyle the downside of the Disposable Lifestyle
is that sometimes you are left with nothing but always
there burns the promise of something