I got new socks
At a big box store
And a more than decent parking spot
So I didn't have to walk
Out of the best things that have ever happened to me
That is probably near the top
Let's have a somber silence for fighter pilots
For family I never knew
But realistically would have been just as uncomfortable with as I am
With most of the ones that I do
And it's true
There's a small herd of elephants in the room
I've taken under my care
I ask you don't stare
They're much more afraid of you
I'm piling pocket change
I am looking for deck chairs to rearrange
I'm arguing both sides of the debate
Whether it's better to be
A footnote in history
A minuscule misery
Or one of the greats
A grin through gritted teeth's a smile either way
If I'm in a bad place
At least I've got good taste
A fresh coat of paint and pictures hung in frames
People staring from the walls
Some summer nights we have singalongs
We sing "kumba-f**ing-ya"
I had a vision of me laying splayed
In a newly painted biking lane
Blood lazily making its way
To the nearest city sewer drain
I'm piling pocket change
I am looking for deck chairs to rearrange
I'm arguing both sides of the debate
Whether it's better to be
A footnote in history
A minuscule misery
Or one of the greats
A grin through gritted teeth's a smile either way
I choke on the opening notes
Of the triumphant close
And as time starts to slow
I notice the echo
A ridiculous joke
A reverberant “nope”
Then a voice whispers "both"
I zone out and I float
To warmth and to white
As it swallows the night
When a sound to my right
Punctures the lie
And I'm back on my bike
And I swerve to the side
As a truck runs the light
I go on with my life