Underdogs and Tidal Waves

Southside of Mellow
2010-01-26 22:14:16 (UTC)

Sagi Musume

Biology proved itself viable in conjuring feeling, emotion.
A potent mix of chemicals driving physiological states are
what drew it out.
A man-made feeling.
I purposely remove myself from those situations so it won't
be apparent.
I feel indifferent to everything around me.

That certain excitement has faded. The stage is lit with
cheap paper lanterns. The colors of the painted sets have
become dulled with age and dust.

The words are very easy, but politically suicidal to say.
There are no feelings left to remain here.
The excitement is gone.
As I sat in the back of the cab, there wasn't anything
exciting or new that I could think of to stimulate my
anticipation.

I know the score.
It's like the girl who flashes her engagement ring.
The audience gleefully asks for the details, they shower her
with adulation.
It's just very simple, it's just very tiring.

In a week or so, someone will throw a tantrum.
Someone has to be sedated.
Someone will have to saved.
Someone will have to be appeased.

There is no privacy in this place.
Standing upon a cheaply-lit stage, you recite the carefully
measured lines to the audience.
Say goodnight, there's nothing else to say.
Life in this place has grown too predictable.

That invigorating feeling of leaving is the last exciting
thing I could remember.




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