Song
I am a rock. I am an island.
I'm fed up of living for others. At the end of the day, others don't live for you. I came here alone and I suppose I'll be going back alone too. Then what's the point living for others in the middle?
I might have made some friends and lots of enemies, but ultimately the only person I can turn back to is myself. And friends? What good will friends do? They are far worse than enemies anyway. Friendship causes pain.
Why should I knowingly hurt myself? I'm better off as a rock, as a stoic. Call me unfeeling if you will. But I'm happy the way I am. I'm at peace. I have my poetry to protect me. I don't have to worry about what others think and feel. For once I can do what I want to do.
For I'm a real nowhere man. Sitting in my nowhere land. Making all my nowhere plans for nobody. I'm a nowhere man. I'm a nobody. I'm here for nothing. When I'll leave, I'll have nothing.
When I'll leave on a jetplane. Don't know when I'll be back again. I hate to go.
Really?
I'm sitting on a jetplane, whizzing across the air. I can see people below me. They look like little ants. Wait. I can see their faces now, they're getting clearer. They're smiling. Smiling faces as you wait to land. But once you get there, no one gives a damn. I'm in the army now. Oh! the army.
But my music's playing home, and my love life's waiting silently for me...........................I wish I was homeward bound.
Am I confused?
Am Idreaming?
Maybe.
I don't care.
I don't need no thought control.
And while you're figuring out the song in your life...
let the music play.
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