the things you want

I’m always on some bullshit

that I told myself, years past

nothing ever really matters

every joint before your class

physics, povery and dope

private property and hope

nothing smoked, or drunk, or snorted

never changed the things you want

I tell the young about the old

And the old about the youngest

I‘m held in bountyful captivity

by many mountain views

And you try to sort the locals from the tourists

but you couldn‘t if you tried to

You‘d go crazy

Indecisive

but you won’t complain again