C’est la vie


It’s hard to understand your place in life sometimes.
I am delusional; I know, but I think I am a star not only in my life but the lives of others
I love to believe my decisions matter and impact all those around me
If this life is our only time mortal then why should I not shine bright?

I wonder how many of those around me live life through tv
The idea that life is a thirty minute sitcom
Teaching us that it will end with a life lesson and a pat on the back
That the gang will always fail to find the sun
Or how lost we get trying to be part of other peoples lives
Some how wishing we had a house to keep us diagnosed
Maybe even an idol that can dance

It’s weird how we let our lives become false starts, failed dreams and trivial minutia
What is the difference between growing up and growing old?
The moment you stop believing you are invincible and you can be anything
That sad day when you decide to settle and be practical
How much longer can I fight this feeling that growing up is bad?