That’s all that I’m gonna,
because gonna is easy.
I don’t need to be bogged down by goals,
I just need a dream,
I don’t need the sum of a whole,
I just need parts of a ream.
Why can’t the haters appreciate what I’m gonna do?
Why are they so selfish to only care about what I’ve done?
Why can’t they look to the future,
to see my time in the sun?
You’re gonna be sorry that you doubted me,
when I do what I’m gonna do.
I’m gonna be rich, successful, and happy
while you’re gonna be blue
Day-to-day with head in the clouds
as high as I’m gonna be.
While you’re down there on the ground,
planting those tiny little seeds.
Someday, it’s gonna happen.
Someday, my dreams will come true.
Someday, I will.
I stumbled across a British man
while stumbling out of the bar,
he picked me up with an outstretched hand,
while speaking from afar.
He did not look down on me,
but put me at his level.
He did not think that I needed therapy,
and told me about how hard he fell.
He said that he had met wizard,
or at least a well-dressed Indian.
He said that the wolves amongst sheep were his herd,
but it was his new life that he preferred.
I asked him, “Why? Did you not have fear?”
He shook his head.
He told me that he hadn’t eaten peas in five years.
Life was nothing but fear, nothing but laying in bed.
Across by an ocean
but there when I need.
Dry as a desert
his ideas plant seeds.
Thank you, British man,
you talkative bloke.
Not all stories need to end sad,
not all of us need to drown and to choke.
You know that you have to hustle and network
to increase your net-worth.
To be in the black
you must first be in the red,
you need to be behind,
in order to get ahead.
Paying loans with loans
for things we don’t even own.
Like AC/DC, Money Talks,
but nobody told me that it never stops.
We buy and buy,
and just get by.
We always ask how,
and never ask why.
We always know our checks and balances,
it is the center of our Earth.
We always know our deals and debts,
but we rarely know our worth.