YOUNG, OLD AND IN BETWEEN
When you're caught in the middle---too old to be young, too young to be old---be thankful if you're there. It's a good place to be. You've lived long enough to know life's tough, but you're prepared and never scared for the future's your stage and you are the star.
When you were still young, not yet on the in between scene, you lived in the fantasy of reality and accepted as holy writ whatever shit you were dealt. You felt you knew it all. You called your shots and got yourself into lots of spots. Your plight: you knew you were right even when you were quite wrong. But you kept playing the same old song long too long. You were too young to be old but tottering on the scene of in between.
What does it mean to be between the two stages of the locked in cages of the mind you left behind? You can think logically, use savvy and psychology, solve unresolved situations that evolve, make decisions with precision. On occasion you'll be wrong, but you'll be strong enough to tough it out and reroute your rational route into a more correct direction.
Don't be a sap and fall into the trap where crap awaits you. Where you live by your watch, controlled by your crotch. Where you're sold on green and gold, on the bottom line and booze, on Wall Street news and a weekend cruise with lots of slots, games of chance and casual romance.
You'll flip for trips to foreign and exotic places, narcotic and alcoholic oases, compete at faster paces. If the swinging life's not satisfying you'll end up crying in your beer. Your participation in dissipation shows and grows until you're one of those who let themselves get old in stead of staying young.
When you were still young, not yet on the in between scene, you lived in the fantasy of reality and accepted as holy writ whatever shit you were dealt. You felt you knew it all. You called your shots and got yourself into lots of spots. Your plight: you knew you were right even when you were quite wrong. But you kept playing the same old song long too long. You were too young to be old but tottering on the scene of in between.
What does it mean to be between the two stages of the locked in cages of the mind you left behind? You can think logically, use savvy and psychology, solve unresolved situations that evolve, make decisions with precision. On occasion you'll be wrong, but you'll be strong enough to tough it out and reroute your rational route into a more correct direction.
Don't be a sap and fall into the trap where crap awaits you. Where you live by your watch, controlled by your crotch. Where you're sold on green and gold, on the bottom line and booze, on Wall Street news and a weekend cruise with lots of slots, games of chance and casual romance.
You'll flip for trips to foreign and exotic places, narcotic and alcoholic oases, compete at faster paces. If the swinging life's not satisfying you'll end up crying in your beer. Your participation in dissipation shows and grows until you're one of those who let themselves get old in stead of staying young.
posted by Ed Weiland at 11:18 PM
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