Words, thoughts, and Charlie Sheen
I was wondering one day, what makes the world go round,
Then I stopped for a moment and listened to the sounds.
A child's laugh, a woman's cry,
The muffled conversations of walkers passing by.
The beat of a heart, the rhythm of a drum,
That silly little tune that you can't help but hum.
The sound of a soda pop, as you crack the top,
That annoying neighbor who just won't stop.
I thought about it all, and then the it all came clear..
What this world needs more of, is having another beer.
Ok, all joking aside, I have been in an amazingly chipper mood for the most part of the week. No real reason for it that I can tell. I just... am. I've taken to a thought process over life these last few years that when I think about the interview I just watched, scares me.
I just be me. I'm happiest that way. It's easier for me to just be me than to try and appease the masses. When I try to do that, I end up stressing out, getting sick, and wanting to just disappear.
I think I know how Charlie Sheen feels, and I didn't even have to have any Tiger Blood transfusions or dabble with Adonis DNA. Sure, Charlie may seem a bit off his rocker, but isn't that what a celebrity is? Someone larger than life? So why when they finally start living for themselves is it a shock that their life is larger than what us "normal" folk are used to?
Charlie buddy I've got some words of wisdom for you, not that you'll ever read it, but it goes like this:
"If you can't handle your shit, don't try to be a toilet."
Tell that to all your haters and keeping being a rockstar. You are my hero.
Malone out.
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