No you'll never live this specific present day again
let your expectations expand,
we lose every day in a flash
create a legacy that will last
affect a generational span
as that may be the only guarantee
of any preservation of man

This town is a necropolis,
an option starved populous,
an economic dark abyss,
Nietzsche's staring contest winner,
gargling tar pit swallowing dreamscapes
and bartering keepsakes for horrible cliches
Sardonic Caufield-esque zombie carcasses
nodding off as I nod along with PT Barnum's hypothesis
(more suckers born in a New York Minute than an octopus)
Still, I love them and pump them with the thoughts of an optimist,
see, I want for them to morph their stress to laurels met.
Believing less in Stephen and Richard Bachman and Herbert West,
and more in Paulo, Richard Bach and Herman Hesse,
needing the teaching the seagull Jonathon
imparted in part with Siddhartha's common sense
been valuing The Alchemist's jotted wit
Although it's arduous,
\ my prerogative is my cognitive inner journey
and all it's daunting depths.
Fantastic Voyager, Finding Nemo in the Nautilus,
regardless of the harmful bends,
I'm out of my mind although I'm lost in my head,
Indy author, I guess I'm Vonnegut,
scrawling this for:
the audience who's applause my aplomb depends,
for those I laud and lost, I lug and log a lot of awful debts,
for all my friends, apologetic for how long I've kept away,
Time's a tick, a parasitic talking wretch I long to stretch,
It weighs on my chest, it's brevity caught my breath
It's time we caught up and I confess my strong lament
for all my wrong neglect, this is for all of us
thus I'm convinced it's for the best.
I solemnly swear I'll never rest, it's true!
I'll stress until I stress the truth:
“you're unlike all the rest!”
Take it from me;
I never estimated I'd invest in taking my dreams,
take flight, a chance and wing to investigating my zenith!
I'll never net a nest egg through speaking,
but I'm dedicated to spreading the message
to spread all the feathers and soar aloft in bliss,
set an example for the sedentary flogged flock,
to set a course departing from the said sad
upsetting setting entering on a quest
from the chopping block of necks to the grindstone,
to fly home into whatever accomplishment meant
whatever your cardiac compass suggests is true north success.
Follow your heart...that's what they mean by “beaten/beatin path” I guess?!

No you'll never live this specific present day again,
let your expectations expand,
we lose every day in a flash,
create a legacy that will last,
affect a generational span
that may be the only guarantee
at any preservation of man.

So you want man preserved?
That's absurd,
sir, you have some nerve,
opening such a can of worms,
as when turned in, we're in caskets, urns,
the planet turns, unperturbed, natural earth,
mother nature can handle hers.
The afterbirth decomposed enhancing dirt,
the candle burns, never waxed, obscured
clock hands emerge, hourglasses purge
as our sand disperses
and we'll never get it back, it's sure.

No you'll never live this specific present day again,
let your expectations expand,
we lose every day in a flash,
create a legacy that will last,
affect a generational span
that may be the only guarantee
at any preservation of man.