Go to my office, sit at my desk,
Predictably just like all of the rest.
I sit and I dream about far away places,
Away from the people with frowns on their faces.
All of my life is monotony
I’d go out for a walk but I know it would be
(Predictable)
Sure as the nose on my face
(Predictable)
Same for the whole human race
Once we (once we) had so many options
Once we (once we) had dignity and grace
Now we (now we) have got nothing but our own time to waste.
Why can’t it be like never before?
Reminds me of that uplifting David Foster Wallace quote …
Oh yeah, any choice in life is a massive act of exclusion. Just how it is. I’m cool with it as long as I’m not dodging bullets or bombs. (I’m not.)
No doubt. The opportunity cost of my current vocation was a promising career in adult film.
Fluffer?