Tedium…
Tedious conversation…
Boring repeats, heard it all before:
Blah de blah, boring blah blah,
“How dare you, what about me?”
Blah blah, blah de blah blah,
boring, blah blah blah.
The same look in the eyes, the same scripted replies:
“I’m better than, I’m more than” - comparison of facades.
Seeking, needing the outrage;
fanning the flames, finding someone to blame.
Taught behaviour, taught script:
“Look at me! Aren’t I special. Give me a biscuit!”
“My happy versus your happy;”
“Aren’t I special because I conform.”
(Spoon fed some rules.)
Blah de blah, boring blah blah,
“How dare you, what about me?”
Blah blah blah, blah de blah blah,
boring, blah blah blah.
“Everybody must have the same opinion” -
Nobody knows everything, even about one thing:
The more I see the less I know; the more I see the more I feel.
Explanations unfold, change colour and disappear into space -
The enormity and hugeness of limitless space…
Blah de blah, boring blah blah,
“How dare you, what about me?”
Blah blah, blah de blah blah,
boring, blah blah blah.
No need to be imprisoned by a side, by a tribe -
Each day is different, rules are for machines.
Exceptions are for you.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Words by Robert Walker
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