Waste Of Paint

Friday, February 09, 2007

he's a trainwreck
he's flying down the tracks toward a catastrophic end
the same signs keep popping up, slow down, buckle up for safety
but he ignores them, hes going to do things his way
he's going to push the limits on the track until he runs off of it
but he isn't even the driver, hes a passenger
someone else is always in control pulling the strings and pushing the buttons
a slave to his destiny he will not step in and accept his fate
all the signs, all the cliches, say reach for it, grab it
instead he sits back and lets it happen
the crash is coming and it is so clear to see
but instead he just sits there accepting his fate, not tempting it
always Tempt it, never give up they say
but what do "they" know, they have lived out the life put in front of them
is sitting by being a passenger superior to that, its no worse moving towards a predictable end
but its definitely not grabbing your fate, spitting in the face of destiny, and fucking running at top speed towards what you want