What’s for breakfast?

Same thing, same thing

Homemade home fries

Eggs and coffee

Loss of confidence

Loss of clarity

A settled feeling, dulling curiosity

If Self is the things you do

I’m a thoughtlessly wiled away afternoon

‘Til it’s already time to switch to evening lights

Another day, dollar, dunk tank dip, but it’s alright

I guess you can’t feel bitter

If the world doesn’t give you what you want

When you’re not sure what you want

Can’t play-act a sideline sitter

In a world where you don’t know what you want

Are goals bad?

Maybe it’s time to give up the lists

Maybe it’s time to stop all this shit

Or maybe it’s timе to get Serious

Early career successеs:

Red sky in the morn’

Wait for the storm or call off the dogs

Never learned to be resilient

I can’t take it when I’m not being babied by the one in charge

If Self is the things you are

I’m exhausted and fine and a wreck and a superstar

But maybe all we ever need in life

Is for a couple other people to believe that we’re alright

Because you can’t feel bitter

If the world doesn’t give you what you want

When you’ve got Forever Want

Can’t play-act a sideline sitter

In a world where you’ll never have enough

Are goals bad?

Maybe it’s time to give up the lists

Maybe it’s time to stop all this shit

Or maybe it’s time to get Serious

Waiting around to be something easy

Some marketing dweeb who loves everything mid-century

Another image-conscious angel of the helping professions

A restless musician repeating boring confessions

Jealous of the ones who stuck the landing

Or leaned particularly hard into their branding

But all of this deflection comes to little if it’s not paired

With a basic understanding that I do it ‘cause I’m scared of failure

Man…

I’ve been doing some things for twelve years (like this shit)

And I’ve been doing some things for eight years (like teaching)

And I’ve been doing some things for four years (like flossing)

And some things I’ve been crushing much longer (parallel parking)

Hey man

If Self is the things you leave

I’m a rambling voicemail message about nothing

If Self is the things you’ve been

I’m wrong

If Self is what others see

Man, I’m not supposed to care too much about Me, but

Maybe Self is like Everything

But in a Monist sense though, so it’s valid philosophically

Thirty came quickly

The endless future; a horizon approaching

Friends’ babies are growing

And my prospects for professional advancement are diminishing

But if Self is contingent then

I’m at least as important as You are to Me, my friend

And we’re doing some cool shit still, I guess

So what’s for breakfast?

Same thing, same thing

You fried the eggs up and

I made the coffee

We’ve got a lot of time

To sip here