Where Are We Going?
Fuck if we know. But wherever it ends up, it certainly won't be in a rocketship. That (rocket)ship has long since sailed. And left us behind. But that's okay. Yeah, sure, we've given up. And every so often, we've climbed back. But usually just as quickly put our head down to rest and forget about our desires and goals. It's easier that way. Our star(s) have never shone bright. But we's happy, yo. We have good lives. We have loving partners. We have accepting families. We have cool friends. And in the end, that's all that matters. Fuck money. Fuck fame. Fuck power. Fuck praise. We have none of the problems that come with any of that. So, yeah, we're okay.