Where I’m Sitting

[Capricorndog]

I just finished writing this 3 min ago...

Where I’m Sitting

It seems I’m good at waiting and at trying and at hoping
In the meantime I’ll keep doing cause I’d rather not do nothing
Words are plentiful, yet fleeting if there’s no one round to hear them
But at least I feel better then if I had never used them

Countless hours have been spent scribbling metaphors on paper
Every syllable a hero every paragraph a savior
And it’s comforting to know that at least these words were written
Even if the only person reading them sits where I’m sitting

So why write about the writing and not write of something better
Why not try to use abstractions or more beautiful distractions
Where’s the madness in the method where’s the daring and the risk
But it’s boring to keep pouring over mundane shit like this

I have tried to be the cool guy singing songs to blow your mind
Writing weirdness for the sake of seeming like I’m so inclined
But it all comes off as cheesy washy-washy petty prose
I’d much rather print a paper about nothing I suppose

It’s enough for me to write bout how I’m feeling write bout now
To distinguish what’s the difference between truth and sacred cows
And it’s comforting to know that at least these words were written
Even if the only person reading them sits where I’m sitting

[Irock]

I like.

I read it, and I'm not sitting where you are - that would be akward.

[Capricorndog]

thanks irock. yourock.