So here’s the gist, here’s the deal.
We have a lot of people making their spiel
about a guy who really didn’t do much in his life
aside from the living part, the kids and wife,
for what reason? He didn’t want to be ridden with guilt
and approach conversations on six-foot stilts.
He wanted peace, he wanted quiet, the kind of space to think,
in a world of vast opinion where individual liberties shrink
into untold recesses of ill-defined emotional junk.
So he grabs for his childhood, that meaningless chunk
setting him up for an average haze;
and now this last line rhymes with days.
WHARVED 