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Not So Serious

Updated: Dec 2, 2024

You’ve got to be kidding me

   You’re a serious person??

You take things literally??

   That’s insane, kid

It really is

    Nothing is that important 

Nothing 

    Not even you

Or your little dreams

   No

Not even you are that important 

    The weather isn’t important

    And 

It’s not important if Bay Lee Joe likes you

   It doesn’t matter if you’re liked or hated

It really doesn’t

   They’ll think what they want too, anyway 

It’s all a language game 

   It’s all too nuance 

Well everything is, kid

    Everything is a game 

You can’t force someone to understand you

   And 

You can’t even capture what you are with words

   It’s impossible 

You could write 10,000 words every day and still

    You wouldn’t be able to explain yourself to anyone 

I promise you that’s true

   I’m pretty sure it is, anyway

You can’t convince anyone of anything if they aren’t already ready for it to sink in

     Not only do they have to hear you

But they have to be able to relate

   And they have to be able to concentrate

It’s almost impossible to find someone in that state

    Someone ready to listen to you and actually hear you would be modern day miracle

Honestly, it would be

    You got to let them think whatever they want to think about you

You really do

     That’s why you can’t anything that seriously, kid

You really can’t

   You’ll lose your marbles if your serious 

Everything is a show

    Everything is a stage

Just sit back, relax, and let go a little.

    

CH 12/2/24

 
 
 

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