You got to hold onto yourself
and never let go
not for what you think you’re owed
not for pretty girls
or a wife, who wants to change your mind
not for pressure, or for sudden, experiences
that you think will shake you up
even if the world sees a loser image, especially if
you have to trust, the attitude you have been building up
and not get caught up
by the attitudes, so willing,
to infect you.
Trust, your sense of self
that sees the world a certain way
especially when, your instinct, fails you.
Promises and Praise and Promotions will Pull you
in directions, that teach you, the ways of all men.
If you know you are doing well, when you have the approval of a million
you are at the whim, of the crowd
So easily swayed
If you trust, who you are, when no one else is attracted
when nobody wants, what you want
when it does not exist in their minds
when you don’t exist
you are unknown
Your values are your own
The crowd’s values, belong to the crowd.
Half the country, calls the leader of the country, a fool
I would rather be a bottle of moonshine, lost in the woods, at night
than a champagne bottle buried under the hot heap of humanity
Do not believe those who need an audience
Trust those, who try to put the truth in every line
You can’t appreciate what you have, if you reach for what doesn’t matter
And your need to belong, is the worst possible excuse.