We are not.

We are not well adjusted.
We are not well off.
We are not well.
We are not.

I keep expecting things that I know will never happen and
I keep ending up right here,
Somehow suprised that the results haven't changed.

People walk away,
our safe realities fall to pieces,
dreams and nightmares will both end in waking.
Sooner or later, everything fails, falls, and breaks down.

I keep thinking I want to do something about it,
but I have to wonder if it's really worth the effort.

Will it even make a difference?
Why fight entropy?
It's the law!

Besides, I'm as maladjusted as anyone I might presume to help.
I offer advice, only to have my own flaws lain out quite nicely in front of me.

"Why should I listen to you?

Excellent question.
You shouldn't.

But you also should.
I've learned quite a lot from listening to people.

I listened to you for the longest time.
I trusted your voice because there were years behind it.
I trusted your age and experience.

I listened to you because you were young and your ideas moved me.
You had perspective and innocence I was sure I'd lost.

I listened because you had more things than I.
I listened because you were happy with so little.

I listened because I looked up to you.
I listened because you looked up to me, and I wanted to know what could possess you to do such a thing.

I listened because you were not me.

I was convinced you had some great secret that came with not being me,
And if I listened long enough, I'd learn the Secret (no, not that one) and be someone new.

All that listening and I think I've figured you out.
I know your Secret.
It's just not what I thought.
See, the big Secret is, you're not any different.
You're every bit as fucked up as I am.

You're as scared as I ever was or will be.
You're terrified and insecure,
and the only thing you've ever been sure of is that you're

the only one

and you'll be damned before you let anyone see you

like this.

Maybe the best help I can offer isn't advice.
Maybe it is the assurance that you're not the only one like this.

I guess that makes it my Secret, too.
I wonder who has looked at me, wondering what I knew that made me so different.
So sorry if I let you down.

Truth is, we are not what we wished for.
We are not what we were promised.
We are not below a little self-righteousness and pride.
We are not above our basest instincts.
We are not the pinnacle of evolution.
We are not here for the amusement of God.
We are not getting the point.
We are not the point.
We.
A r e.
N o t.