Cliche

When walking the city streets
You catch a glimpse of your reflection
Off a store window
Yeah, you feel cliché
Concluding in your mind that -
Yes, this is exactly how I planned on looking at this young age
It is your prime
Your smile shine from the sarcasm
Proceeded by the realization
You can’t afford what’s beyond your reflection
And you’re no longer laughing
Continuing your walking
That is in no particular direction
To only change your step
Because of the poverty lying
Next to the luxury clothing store
And somehow because of other’s lesser situation
Your facial expression’s restored
Not to confidence, but more so it’s monotone
Like you’re bored
But you’re no longer adolescent
And recently you’ve realized
That’s the only time when you have time to be bored
You wish you could afford some of that
Rather than that sweater that was on that rack
That was beyond your reflection
And yes, you have changed your perception
As you reflected that the once needed sweater –
With the horse
When taken out of the store and stored in your own closet
Well, it ain’t that needed anymore
So you ask what else does this life have in store
Keep walking and learn some more
Keep walking and learn some more

(short pause)…

Go to school
Learn the golden rule
Forget it the day after graduation
You should have learned patience
But didn’t
And now all you feel is -
The constant act of being on the run
You want to be like those writers
That make your mind run
But don’t know they’re always
“In the constant act of becoming” -
Vonnegut
And you don’t just want something, no
You still want everything under the sun
But sometimes it gets cold
And you don’t know your role
And all they can give you as advice is to -
Just keep rolling
So you tell yourself to
Just keep writing
And reading
And maybe it’ll add up to that arithmetic
If that’s what you’re after anyways
Spending many days in this haze
Just to make it sound inspiring, it’s a poetic phase
Leading you to the man
If he asks you, “How does it feel?”
You keep quiet, you keep it concealed
Everyone running ‘round trying to keep real
When if it’s happening - it’s oh too real
Talk is cheap
And people will pay millions to let mouths run
Just don’t let the chatter make you run from
Whatever it is you’re chasing
And question whether what you’re chasing is real
Sooner, but more likely later
It will be revealed
Clocks stole hours away as you wondered
What could have been
You’re guilty of thy sin whether or not in thy religious bin
Hindering your within
It’s known that it’s within you
From your mother to friend
To the stranger lying back then
It’s the places our minds are in
Nobody knows how to deal with the questioning
But all have ideas
Fears - keeping you from pursuing
Not ruining life, but also not truly living life
There is so much more you could be giving this world
But - but you just don’t know

(short pause)

I just don’t know
All this stuff that makes life rough
It feels like it’s shoved in your face
No matter where you go you feel liked your chased
Don’t look in the mirror as much anymore
You don’t recognize the face
Did you waste that day
That too fast became yesterday
Should you stay for one more drink
When on the brink of something
But, but you feel it slipping
You just can’t poeticize the description
Can you poeticize a prescription?
There certainly ain’t no doctor that can prescribe a prescription
That will get me back to the days of living
And neither will that sweater
And I know that was beyond your reflection
Until now
Find time to afford this.