Turns out... life is mostly that... Riding Circles. You pack up your warbag and take off from where you are, searching out what you hope to be... if you're lucky you find it... Only thing is, most times, you find out that you already were.
|* Dumb Kid... somewhere around 1968*|
The damn fool mistake the kid made was to LISTEN (against the advice of wise old hands) to the lying BS that soh-sigh-uh-tee and even family will dump on a person's dreams. He swallowed the guilt trips of malicious civilization, and for too long believed those lies.
Poor dumb bastard... He already WAS... pretty much everything he ever dreamed of being.
|*punk kid's instincts were truer than he realized way back in '68*|
It still enrages me that... anyone... thinks they possess the Right, Wisdom, or proper place to lay judgement on the dreams of another.
Either you give moral support, emotional backing, material support even... or you keep your damned trap shut. The parent, friend or passerby that thinks they know enough to judge the dreams of another is to say it clearly... an order of magnitude more useless than tits on a turd.
But then... what the hell does soh-sigh-uh-tee care? It's onliest desire is to squeeze all the juice out of a person. It squalls about duty and loyalty and honor... yet ... those treasures only flow one way... its way.
Soh-sigh-uh-tee... civilization... is nothing but the conglomeration of all the negative assets of humanity. When civilization shows up... Wild Country and the best of a man fade away.
Power, tyranny, institutionalized prejudice, greed, lies promoted as truth, lessers of two evils, nationalism, lipstick on a pig, the philosophy that tolerance is the way~as long as you understand that my way is the only way... Arrogant Eloquent Cowardice... THAT is soh-sigh-uh-tee.
I'd sooner ride a spavined mule than listen to another minute of the laughable fantasy that civilization is some accomplishment to be bragged on. It is a lie built on a fabrication wrapped in a fiction fueled by greed.
It didn't take that poor dumb kid too long to realize that... just way too long to give up being polite about it and call the stinking pig... just that... a reeking, stinking pig , clear and plain... but... like they say; It's never too late to be what you would have been.
So if this Ol' buster catches you pissin' down somebody's back and tellin' him it's rainin'... don't get all twisted up when I leave your cajones hangin' on the fence...
Headin' back to what I was and what I should have done... a long damn time ago.
Sayin' it Plain