By Abi Edith
If you distinctly competent at
Making other people detest
And you have no desire to really be that great,
If you aren’t the type of a friend to want to be nice
And lying to the world
To seem perfect will suffice.
If you like to keep a guard;
Pretend the world’s your oyster
Instead of letting go
Of this wild roller-coaster
That life is when you hold onto is
Every formed excuse,
The beauty and the glory of having nothing to lose
Take a ticket and climb aboard
The excuse express.
The captain waits,
No services as you may please
The journey has just began
Smooth is not what you will recall about it
But let’s look at the brighter side!
You can take a rest!
No more work! No hate!
No judgmental thoughts, no stares awaits!
No more thinking,
No more you, nothing really else to do
So long as you have your excuse with you.
The ticket that’s all you need
Why even bother attempting becoming a perfect 10?
Not on the board, “the excuse express.”
Where single passengers have forfeited their best
In exchange of been allowed a little rest
No longer in the running for any more than less.
So if you are the type
To always need a crisis
To make you feel important and forget you not the nicest,
Then I think this train to hell
Perfectly fits your person very well.
All you need is an excuse to tell and a ticket for the ride
But then you not a maple neither are you a boulder.
You can move from here to where you desire
But if you stop and surrender,
To this misleading excuse express,
It runs on your energy and drains it all.
You left with none to feed the determination you once had
Sooner or later your light dims out
And by that point, I’m sorry,
But just it may be too late.
So find your passion and thrive
Before you are weak and fall succumbing,
Before you lose it all,
Before you feel the numbing,
And can’t care about your life
That’s probably only just begun.
May be try another time
Before deciding you’re done.