Like Charlie Brown in a black coat, hands in pockets, looking for a tree.
I’ve tried, I just can’t make it work.
Blistering country full of awful people
Why now? Was there a halcyon and we all missed it?
Orange terror, and my family lives in it
Heartbroken, sick, misunderstood
Could we have been working all this time on something nobody will ever see?
Lesser minds reap untold millions
career in the toilet
Lifted the bat, but too tired to swing
But they are only mirages.
They are apparitions created out of your own insouciance, the carefree finality that descends once you’ve decided to leave a place.
God may punish you by answering your prayers, but he also gives you anything you want once you stop caring.