Scholarly Fashion

In scholarly fashion I reside.
I straighten my posture and widen my eyes.
Who knows what tomorrow or the next year will bring?
I can guess. I can think.
But I’ll never really know until I look back to this day
In a year or so and say, ‘The way
Was so clear and bright as the sun.
I didn’t see then just how much fun,
you’d bring me.’

I admire the sunset with my eyes closed.
No room for the past, there’s just room to grow.
Who can see so far as to where I will go,
What I know, what I don’t?
I suppose I will realise in ten years or two
What is old, what is new,
What I can say I have done
And say I have won
Of real life value.

Because we know the truth lies not in what or who or where
But in why.
Why are you here?
Why do you love it?
Tell me you love it.

We worship aesthetics, aspirations, ideals,
We live in a world of money and rules.
Our friends are blue screens and the man on the moon
And promises that we’ll talk again soon
When it’s all a façade and a game for amusement.
Just stick to yourself and your music
If this is confusing.

In perfection and comfort we will stand by,
Just because we’re inconsistent doesn’t mean we can’t fly.
If it’s not the whole truth then it isn’t a lie.
Dare you argue with me, the voice
Of your victims and sceptics?
I’m making my way through the fear and the shards
Because I will win if I learn all the cards.

You’re disqualified
For not playing properly.

Find me in a decade when you’re lost for words
And I have nothing but time to impress you with mine.
I’ll show you I’m more than a poor generation
With eloquence and elegance, approaching damnation.
You’ll have nothing but your grey eyes and blank claims
And I will be done with playing your games.

Because in scholarly fashion I will reside
And I’ll have a good posture and beautiful eyes.
I didn’t know where I’d be but I knew it’d be good.
I look back to that day when the sun shone.
How much I’ve grown. Oh if I’d known
The half of it.