In Retrospect.

When I look back, I'd like to be able to justify my life. I'd like to be able to argue fully for my mistakes, and defend my failures. If I should happen to have a tryst with success, I'd like to know, it was choice and not chance. I'd like to know that I went into each episode of my life, knowing completely why I was going there.

If I can't live the life of my dreams, I'd like to revel in the knowledge that I tried. I'd like to pat my 20-year-old self on the back, and say, "It was one helluva life!".

Green.

Of conditioned air
And artificial smiles.

Of monster egos
And little talent.

Of processed food
And artificial exercise.

Of virtual lives
And fake living.


In another life,
I'm gonna be a farmer, I promise.
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In that life then...

Of steady money,
And no sweat.

Of cushy chairs,
And no broken backs.

Of smart clothes,
And important work.

In another life,
I'm gonna suit up, I promise.
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It's the damn grass, I tell you!

Blue.

After you've objectified
And rated
And branded me
To your soul's satiation,
I'd like to sit down with you,
On one intelligent conversation.

And I can tell
From the way you
Objectify and rate and brand people
As if they were things,
That you wont last the discussion,
That you'll be begging for an out in five.