My impressions are not yours. My jovial nature has nothing to do with my acceptance of your banality. My choices are what is left of degradation. I look upon the horizon and see black smoke-tar billowing. I gasp, I choke... Pa rum pum pum pum.
Looking back on a life of banality, I am so disappointed. I wanted so bad to make a mark. Instead, life made a mark of me. Asshats and grubbers make the world go round and round... pa rum pum pum pum.
Marking time is what is left. I could not outlast them. Time is the key to truth, after all. I wish for a fish as big as a whale for our kinder souls... Pa rum pum pum pum.