From Somewhere At The Back Of The House.....
Deep in the back of the house
is where I hide,
where I stay,
where I feel safe,
where I can be found
almost any time anyone looks for me.
Built a little place for myself
and I feel comfortable here,
and I even have a door that works,
so I can close it
and have a bit of seclusion
from the world outside this room,
and while it doesn't guarantee anything,
it does give me a sort of false sense
for all that is worth.
Not a lot of things in this world any more
that is worth much any more...
The dollar ain't worth a buck any more.
Stocks and bonds ain't worth what you pay for them.
Things you save or collect ain't worth saving
or collecting, if you want a profit on them.
If you don't care for a profit,
then they will do just fine for you.
Hell, sometimes they are worth it,
Usually it's all about whether you
are of any value to them, or not.
Your house, your land...
you'll get your money back on those,
or someone will, eventually.
Now there is a tough one....
Are memories worth saving,
worth hanging onto?
the things that idea brings up
There are a few that you don't want to give up,
but you could probably do without most of them,
unless you really have a serious grudge
and you like to remind yourself
of bad choices made.
Which is kind of why I'm here,
at the very back of the house,
hiding out, if you will,
because I don't want to think too much,
or compare the now with the never happened,
with the never gonna happen.
Now is never wonderful.
Now is just what you end up with,
what you settle for,
what you have to show for.
It's the dreams that don't come true,
the happiness that is just over there,
just out of reach,
the wants that you will always want.
Better to just accept it.
Just accept it.
What you have is what you got.
What you don't have
is what you won't get.
Just accept it.
Look yourself in the mirror...
lock your eyes on your eyes...
try to smile,
and lie to yourself.
"It don't matter."
Yeah, fuckit - it don't matter."
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