Everest

Something only a bit different done in a life 
is something giant compared to the day-to-day that was. 
Oh, the stress of doing a thing that’skinda new.  

Eh, ok: new in any way. Here: 
new workplace, but, come on: same ol job. Face it, 
you haven’t changed  
you’re the same damn you 
you’ve always been. Maybe a couple more bucks an hour, you.

Still stressed out, though. But it’s funny how  
I could put on a tighter pair of pants  
and feel a bit more put together 
swag sway 
infection in my hips. Come on, 

I’m still the samejust  
make believing something elsejust 
failing (doing it anyway) to trick my brain.  
Hey, something new is being done 
I’m a better person and all these great new habits 
they’ll stick around for foreverI’m doing something for myself! 

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nahman: 
I’ve seen some real change, though, but  
bending only as a heated rock down deep in the core. 
It’s never been because of a job, or a girlfriend, or a breakup, 
or a death, or almost dying on a bikebut just, you know. 
Whenever I get a momentsome pauselike: 
The dream you  
gets some time to  
examine you. 

Tisk, tisk, tisk. 

God, and if I get at least half a year with time like that 
start to think I’m unhappy, and then I am unhappy 
there ain’t nothing happy. Bitter blood makes me sick! 
I don’t want to be bitter. I don’t want to sit on a couch 
searching, searching, searching through the channels 
for a mere bite at blisssome addictive, predictable, stimulation shit. Fuck. 

There it is: submitting to 
a new job or house or pretend life as a better me when my soul 
ain’t been touched. Okay 

how far down  
do you gotta be  
until the Earth crushes you 
and grinds yousuperheats you? 
Do you get to be a mountain?

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