mourn: the story from california {part three}

[part three]

 

I believe in amazing, nonsensical things

The world makes no sense

Why pretend it to be

Something concrete and clean cut

That it’s not

Philosophical souls

We are, we are, we are

 

Each man has his life philosophy

About what is

What ought to be

Simple, complex

Hopeful, obscene

Revealing in each

What had remained to be seen

If the world’s an amazing, nonsensical place

Then what’s stopping us

From aspiring to grace

If nothing is as what it seems

Then why stay here

Why not follow dreams

 

I think, I think

More than I hear, more than I see

I hope, I hope

In love

That’s my philosophy.

 

Love.  Love. Love

Nothing mushy, nothing gushy

Love, hard love

Love the bitter, broken, ruined

We are bitter, broken, ruined

Lonely, angry, wandering, lazy

Good thing we don’t make love up

Good think love just works through us

 

She believes in amazing, nonsensical living

They’re not prepared for the world

They don’t know pain is gift that keeps on giving

Love’s nice, but it’s not practical

Wasted life, such greatness lost

Oh that their paths had never crossed
Love wont finance want and need

Why commit to serve and breed

They have their life philosophy

Take care of yourself

Slave if you must for more and better

Without it your days shan’t be well

 

She will likely have less, less

But she will likely be loved, loved

They will all shake their heads, heads

Nonsensical philosophy of love

Fin

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