Someday soon I hope to revisit myself, but for the time being I'm on a path that leads me as far away from myself as possible. The air doesn't taste the same, the grass doesn't smell the same. I long to be overwhelmed and happy at the same time. Seems like I'm on a completely different playing field; I'm still getting used to turf. At the same time, I think I've stopped crying over spilled milk, I don't mind that the times they are a changin'.
Pretense is jail, I prefer the truth, the ever-changing me. People will always be inclined to have you fit the categories they've decided you belong to. So long as you are willing to keep them happy, obeying their rules, you'll never be liberated from the person you never were. Change the way you respond daily, i say. That's the easiest way to rid yourself of the expectations of the wicked.
I plan to become someone else. Strictly speaking, it's not really a plan. I'm simply embracing my environment. I've always feared that by doing so I'll end up like all the other robots. But it's too late for that, I'm thoroughly convinced that there's more to life than a mortgage and a couple of small, smelly bipeds to call my own. I'm also convinced there's more to life than the me you all enjoy.
So now that I have the courage to face forward as a potential man and not a potential automaton I'm putting away my shell and allowing my environment to touch my skin. What does tomorrow hold? More of the same, I'm not a hopeless romantic, I'm well aware it's a Monday. A Monday no different than any other, but brought to you by a Jamil never witnessed before - in Dolby 5.0