Stuff, Me and an SOTD

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STUFF

The aforementioned, stuff, is going on. this post has nothing to do with anyone reading it.

I really fucking mean that.

Weird things happen when you take a step back.

In the quiet hides a deceitful monster, huddled in the corner.

In the quiet i find my peace, in the other corner, exploring my innards for myself.

But

When that monster huddle spouts forth their lies.

When that monster’s deceit comes clean.

I rise up.

In peace.

Not pieces.

In peace.

I do not stay,

I do not slay,

I merely

Walk away.

SOTD -¬†Unprodigal Daughter – Alanis Morissette

I had disengaged to avoid being totalled
I would run away and say good riddance, soon enough
I had grown disgusted by your small-minded ceiling
Imagine myself bolting had not been difficult
Soon be my life
Soon be my pace
Soon be my choice of which you’ll have no part of
Unprodigal daughter and I’m heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last
I’d invite you but I’m busy being unoppressed
I hit the ground running, although I know not what toward
I hit the town feeling, forgetting all that came before
I felt primed and ready, once surrounded by the pawns
I felt culture shocked, but dissuaded, I was not
This is my town
This is my voice
This is my taste of which you’ve have no part of
Unprodigal daughter and I’m heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last
I’d invite you but I’m busy being unoppressed

One day I’ll saddle back and speak of foreign adventures
One day I’ll double back and tell you about these unfettered years
One day I’ll look back and feel something other than relieved
Glad that I left when I did before, I know you, you can’t get the best of me

When I’d speak of artistry you would roll your eyes skyward
When I’d speak of spirituality you would label it absurd
When I spoke of possibility you would frown and shake your head
If I had stayed much longer, I’d have surely imploded
These are my words
This is my house
These are my friends of which you’ve had no part

Unprodigal daughter and I’m heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last
I’d invite you but I’m busy being unoppressed