Whatever Gets You Through Today

So the mood changes. Because you start to hear things that you don’t like to hear. It’s not something that just happens. It’s a deep-rooted pre-disposition. Disturbing yes, though not without its legitimate cause.

There’s no point and I give up. And I don’t like giving up. Not one bit.

But I accept it. Because if that’s the way they feel, then I must learn to yield. I understand, I accept, though I don’t necessarily agree. No voice.

A farce. There’s no point. I believe in it so much less now. It used to be different. I used to be shocked by it. Now I am left jaded.

I remember that time two years ago I sat with Boss at Central Square. I remember the message he posted online later. That it bugged him. That he really wanted to express it. And that. That is bugging me now. Not that it never did. It always did. More now. So much more now.

Re-live it. So that I can have more of it. At being bugged by it. At thinking there is a purpose to it. Chances not.

There are the others. There will be the others. New wannabes. Perhaps with "new-found" conviction. Please let there be no other. I want to believe. I still want to believe.

Just let the Void swallow it all. The Void will always work things out somehow. Just move on.

Hope for the future. Hope the fault was simply me.

* The title is a reference to the song by The Radio.