Don’t owe the world an explanation
For all the things I’ve done
I won’t assist your calculation
Who to love and who to shun
Don’t owe the world an explanation
I don’t have to pass your test
Not here to seek evaluation
I just wish everyone the best
Don’t owe the world an explanation
I’ve known love and I’ve known pain
And your morality fixation
Lives and dies inside your brain
Don’t owe the world an explanation
You do your thing; I do mine
You can take your allegations
And stick em where the sun don’t shine
Don’t owe the world an explanation
Why I do the things I do
Lord knows my ultimate salvation–
It ain’t really up to you
Resentment rots your innards
And desiccates your soul
Rooting for destruction
Takes a mighty toll
Take a deep breath
And let it out slow
Think about your anger
And try and let go
Hatred is a monster
That you don’t have to feed
It cuts in both directions
And makes the hater bleed
Take a deep breath
And let it out slow
Think about your anger
And try and let go
Are you feeling jealous?
Is your life incomplete?
Are you searching for a scapegoat
In everyone you meet?
Take a deep breath
And let it out slow
Think about your anger
And try and let go
Resentment is a poison
Like the twelve-steppers say
Resist its lethal logic
And pour it down the drain
Take a deep breath
And let it out slow
Think about your anger
And try and let go
Stoners are stupid
They can’t find their keys
Dropping cold cash
To make their synapses freeze
Stoners are stupid
Think they’re keeping it real
Spinning round their brains
Like a hamster in a wheel
Stoners are stupid
They wake and they bake
Losing half the day
Till there’s another toke to take
Stoners are stupid
Thinking squares are just haters
Crawl into a haze
Then it’s twenty years later
Stoners are stupid
Getting dumber every day
The older they get
The more their brains melt away
To fight aloud, is very brave–
But gallanter, I know
Who charge within the bosom
The Calvalry of Woe–
—Emily Dickinson
I’m damaged and I’m blue
And I’m gonna damage you
The grief that grew and grew
Is the damage I can do
But I know it hurts me too
When I spread my hurt to you
Don’t wanna look within
At the hurt inside my skin
Or see the monster that I’ve been
Abusing kith and kin
The knowledge imposes a pattern, and falsifies,
For the pattern is new in every moment
And every moment is a new and shocking
Valuation of all we have been.
—T.S. Eliot, East Coker
Don’t get caught in a pattern
Don’t get stuck in a rut
Don’t be ruled by a pain
In the pit of your gut
Don’t make a prison of the past
Don’t contest old wars
Don’t hesitate to open
An unfamiliar door
Don’t miss tomorrow for today
Don’t clutch the dead and gone
Don’t turn your whole life into
A sad country song
Be open for the future
It’s shocking and new
Can’t know what it is
Until it gets to you
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