I don’t want to be caught up. In things. That I don’t want to
be caught up in. Does that make sense? It’s a way of being me. Without being
what other people want me to be. I know. I know. I’m supposed to modernize. To
keep up with trends. With the latest fads. But I’d just as soon not. Change makes me feel
uneasy. Overwhelmed. I’m in no mood to
change. And I hereby declare. That’s my right. To remain static. Inefficient, too. Odd as it
may seem. Maybe that makes me a clod. A know nothing. The subject of ridicule. But so be it. Doesn’t
really matter. In the grand scheme of life. Hey! I was put on Earth. To be me. But most
days. I don’t know who I am. Means I have to improvise. And take wild guesses. That sums up. The story of a complex life.
--Jim Broede
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