Being hip stands up for the absence of many things - including hard work, intelligence, talent - or just a sense of purpose. But I am amazed and tired of the general apathy & consent, the silent acceptance of idiocy - all the name of hip. Or, in simpler terms, believing that you should keep quiet when you know shit about shit. I think I must be extremely old-fashioned in believing in the virtue of silence over pretentious ignorance. I'm tired of ignoring huge, immense, ridiculous gaps that keep showing up between grand words and foolish deeds. I'm tired of rubbing shoulders with the filth and looking the other way, all in the name of kindness and civility. I'm tired of mouths that can never be shut, especially with nothing to say. I understand how it must sound, when I say I'm sick of being judged by the ignorant, the pretentious and the lazy - especially all rolled into one. Maybe just a gaze at the sun with air-filled lungs in a spring morning. And it is more than an exercise in self-pity. To leave the questions behind - or to choose which ones to leave behind - is everyone's choice. And we walk - no, we run - with no questions asked. And that's our shame, a winding - but not the only - road. Everything given, taken for granted, claimed by birthright. The end of 'why?' and no more questioning. Not the end of questions, but the 'why?' becomes 'when?'. Doors opened towards everything and nothing. 'Why?' The word dangles from the child's lips. Tied up, taken away, and held for ransom. I'm sure a lot of other lovers been burned.īut it's one of those things you gotta feel to be true. You see you don't have to live like a refugee. Tell me why you wanna lay there and revel in your abandon. Somebody must have kicked you around some.
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