Look at Yourself

Look at Yourself

I see you… waiting… standing there;

Your hands in your pockets

A vacant stare plastered on your dopy face

Your direction is secondhand;

A garbled game of Telephone

Your compass, demagnetized

And you peer out into the wild

In search of a dotted line in the sand

Hoping it will to lead you to the elusive “X”.

But “X” never marks the spot;

There is no spot… that’s a lie they told you.

You keep on looking

You keep on keeping on

You keep on failing to find any worthwhile thing

And never even realize

That there are far better things to do

Then wait around, hands in your pockets…

Looking like an idiot.

Don’t be that idiot… it cheapens you.