“Overheard at a Washington, D.C. bar: “Truth is like poetry. And most people fucking hate poetry.” – The Big Short (2015)
Tough talk. People walking the walk. Ego monopolies.
Where there’s a way there’s a will.
Where there’s a sea there’s a seal,
Where there’s greed, you’ll find some person real.
Where there is judgement, look at your own reflection.
Danger! It’s a warning. It’s a reality. It’s laughable.
Security! It’s a desire. We really seek not it. It’s all retractable.
Where there is God, there is a way.
Where there is Hope, there is a way.
There is never a New Way or Old Way,
all things seem old school or new school
don’t you see?
Knowledge may be hunger, but in the end we
all die. So, I’m done with you. I love you, but
I’m done with you until you wake up and see there’s
more than just sky and vibes and irrational highs.
Copyright 2017 Tad Texer