I can’t write
I can’t do anything right
The greats were not chosen they made their own,
The pitiful were not scorned but scorned themselves
The meaning of meaning is semantics
The depth of a plumb line is in Mark Twain…
I rue the day I read Mark Twain In Vain
I was only trying to escape the PAIN
Of knowing I am moving without water inside my brain.
You are not deficient. You may not believe this fact. You may not know it. When you brush your teeth you might feel it. It works both ways. Good and bad, right and wrong. In the words of Weezer ‘Its automatic when you know/feel it’ Like a machine. like a living thing. Liminal not actual. On the cusp of…something. Greatness maybe. ‘I can’t control my brain’ is another Weezer lyric. And if you are trying to then maybe you can’t relax. And this can be remedied by relaxing. If it’s so simple then why doesn’t everyone do it? What? Relax? Yes. We are a long way from living a hunter-gatherer society although some aspects remain. Hunter-gatherer behavior. ‘You can choose to go your way, if you want’ Another Weezer lyric. ‘This is the dawning of a brave new world’ Maybe. ‘There is so much out there, if only we open our eyes and see’ Guess who sung that?