(whatsouttheresmiling?)

It's like your looking through me. Give me a break throw me a coin so I can pay that river boat ferryman. This thing is dead, were rotting. Decomposing back into the greenery, becoming one with the scenery. I ain't rasing no tomb stones baby. I ain't sing no heartfelt eulogy. According to you this would all be contrived anyways. Some people just love to rain on anyones sunny day parade.
I'll time my log entries by the time it takes for the cold to kill the steam from this cup of coffee. worlds away and only separated by a car ride. Boredom that enemy, we were all always so afraid, it tends to penetrate the lines with time anyways. Its ok were still young and healthy. Lots of time to live before we get weak and elderly, so what are you wasting it for here anyways.

Someone somewhere sings those lines everday but keeps on going anyways.
I heard it all just yesterday; some guy I never met on a cellphone. He makes amends and keeps up with his everyday despite the way he smiles at the barrista, she's a she and she looks great. He doesn't hide the fact he notices her looks over the pretentious indy pop music. It sounds like dead people speaking in an old tounge, one that hasn't been translated execept by those heartbroken ones. The ones who keep going just so they don't have to say that they called the bluff.
I sounded like that once just before I gave up, just before I found the courage to be born into a new life. Now I'm not bigging myself up. I gaurentee at the time it will hurt like hell. You live through it though. Stories to write, antecdotes to tell. Everyone has a book to write, one that could sell if they just go the words right when they discribed her smell. Images and totem poles, boxes of shit you just don't have the heart to throw out. Advice added up like emotional nomenclature. A perodic table for love, angst, and growing up. So why sing that song like a wounded hawk when someone with a perfect smile waits in the alley behind the show. In the chalet blanketed with snow. On the buss or in the grocery store.
Were still young andterrible, hearty and beautiful, we can still give it up an not be afraid to show that we are still living.
Choose your battles wisely. You never know what's out there smiling.