One Day Counts

1.15.15

Our 'Talents'

My head pounds just like your drums

Just like your mouth, my brain hums

You sing and play

Day after day

And I try to write

You're loud, we get in a fight

We value these vapid hobbies more than each other

You can't even play

And I'm just another

Speck on a map, no good at that

When will we realize?

Because still my reading whatever pages I've sullied with words

Drives you insane

And I don't want to hear you pluck on that worn out guitar

I want to smash and thrash

Throw it in the trash

Still, I've got a headache

My words are pretentious,

Even I don't know what they mean

And you want to rip the papers,

Snap the pen and watch the ink bleed down my untalented neck

So, will we realize that we just aren't good, and quit?

Or will my pride and four syllable nothingness

And your pride and 13 minute long songs

Ruin us?