Days drift in and out of focus
faster than they used to; faster than ever
last month was up before I could blink
and then there're those things
which stay the same, more or less
constant, like: is sadness still your blessing?
are you wasting away
with every passing day?
or is it just the same as some other same,
I don't know, and I like to think I know
a lot of things, but with every ounce of knowledge
they push into my brain, I get a little dumber,
get a little tireder (it's more tired, isn't it?)
I don't want to be textbook,
it makes me get a little dumber every time
I read another sentence and my brain
don't like it don't want it don't need it
pass me a beer
pass me a cigarette
doesn't matter
we're all dumb and dumber
than we were the day before,
and then you give us a certificate
so that we can look back
and see our pre-patterned life as it was
the day we decided to follow this path.
Isn't it funny; you make the predictions
and we'll make the predictable
in that way that you showed us,
and then we'll move from A to B
and then B to C,
all the dumber for it
following the map as you told us
without a walk in the wilderness
(nobody wants that, do they.)
(7th June 2014)