When I was your age
I was Jack Kerouac
and I was John Lennon
I would walk through central park
high, just floating through the paths
free, young, couldn’t give a shit about anything
But I would get anxious,
whisper words of wisdom
like staples scraping my skin from the inside
i wake up to the sound of music
and I would put on the record
headphones plugged in, a pair of giant earmuffs
turning the dial to the loudest I could handle
The truth is
life sucks sometimes
they teach us in school how to succeed
but never prepare us for failing…
that is exactly why we feel so insufficient
sometimes
The failure is there to help
perhaps an omen that the path was too dark
or a slight delay in case you were not ready yet
So, disregard the status quo
stock up on your records
plug in and slow down for a few moments, a few songs
learn the lessons you need and continue forward;
Understand, it’s going to go bad
otherwise life would contain no balance
And, when it gets better
which it always does, always will,
always
take those songs with you
and live deep inside every moment you exist
It’s strange, but, after a while
the bad ain’t so bad anymore
it’s just a part of it all
that’s the life they don’t teach you…
af
(written on computer)
Oh, the lessons I wish we were taught…