Hey! Over here!
Yeah sit down.
So you see your lazy Sundays?
You see your shit work ethic?
Let me explain it to you:
In school you were a good student
You were in the zone
But all you really were was a well-oiled gear in the system
Now you are out of tune
And covered in used oil
You don’t quite fit the gear ratio in this system anymore
You’re getting old, my friend
It’s not you
It’s your place
Here’s the conspiracy that no one realizes:
When you’re born, you’re in the club
You stay in the club for a while, maybe into your young twenties
But with the slightest falter
You’re kicked out
And once you’re out, you’re out for good
And you can never get back in
So lament all you want
Your life is over
You’ll never be back in your groove
Because the groove is occupied by another needle
Someone else’s needle
Someone who’s sharp as a tack
Because they’re young
And in the club
This one doesn’t seem done yet. I really like the idea so I’ll probably revisit it in the future. Expect other versions on here later.