The ending to a song I was working on

As I look forward at my life
I feel like this is true

That if it all ends up in strife
I'll be laughing, how bout you?

If you accept things as they come,
What harm can they do

You've still got a little more world
And there's always someone new.

It would be nice if what I found beautiful in a woman was something
that no one else found beautiful. Life would be easy!

Ive been reading about big ideas for a while, headphones on and loud.
What's happening around me? So, I turn down the music a bit? Close the
ebook, and let some of reality in.

I'm at a waterfront area, July first. Canada day always brings lots of
people here, and looking around gives me more information than I can
handle all at once. Faces and bodies and clothes and conversations and
music and animals and the sky and the wind and faces!

Woah. I can't write about all that, there are too many tangents in my
head. Every time I focus on one part of it, a story appears. Sometimes
I can translate all of the story into a note or a song, sometimes I
can't. Still, I understand every story, which is... Man

Hey! Her! Ok. Her dress looks different. Her hair is tied in a relaxed
and natural way. She looks... Real! Haven't seen her face yet. Man am
I glad I tuned out of that book for a while. Maybe if I show her this
book then,

Fuck! I'm being naiive again! There's her face, and she walks away.
Funny how writing this down disgracted me from seeing which way she
went. I feel like that's a metaphor, but I dont know what for exactly.

Zaman brought me down to earth today, he told me having a blog and
whining about people not reading it is like wanting people to watch
you masturbate.
Wait, what?
Fuck you, Zaman!

Sometimes having too many possibilities can be distracting, I think.
And I have too many. But which would I give up? Maybe purpose is
simply few enough opportunities for me.

On tv, the introspective kid watches and learns and we fall in love
with him because we get in his head, his domain. Then, at just the
right realization, at just the right time, with just the right music
playing, someone asks him what's on his mind. And he delivers the most
amazing speech, and she falls in love forever. The End. I'm not
introverted because life is not like that. You can't hide your love.
Its perfect in your head, but its not like tv, its not the same
outside your world. So we talk, we talk and we write and we sing and
we dance. We try and express the world inside to another person, to
make them see exactly what we do. And we fail. We fail because
language isn't perfect; perceptions
aren't the same; people aren't nice, and we are all scared. Now, all
these problems with reality and interpersonal relationships scare
people into themselves, and the tragic perfection of the world in our
minds intoxicates us so we stop trying to show each other the beauty
we see and feel. So, we hide.
Fuck you. I'm not hiding. I'm fighting. Fighting hurts, but I won't
stop.