There's really no need to analyse these situations so much. Just concentrate on hitting the right letters, just put one foot in front of the other and the biggest way to draw attention to yourself is to stare at the ground, just tell everyone your tired. Which, of course, you are, even if you refuse to admit it to yourself. There's nothing anyone can do about, maybe one person has the appropriate calming affect but like the dire strait's song, they're so far away. Just remembering dancing fingers and knowing its not only to music that they dance but to some unheard rhythm of life that seems to pass us mere mortals by. It's certain settings at certain times, when the sunlight hits the dust just right, and you look over there and see the entire world lit up. When it's naturally known the right moments for jokes and the right moments for tears. when nothing seems to be said but words are required to set the concrete of the time we want to capture.
Find yourself discussing matters that once never interested you, find your IQ rising simply because of who your sitting next to, its the great rise to fame that all the richest paupers experience. Then, just like in the movies, there's that drama, that great big conflict that ends badly. You learn your lesson, pick your shit up and rise to a level thats comfortable. You'll always remember where you come from, you'll always remember the dangers of rising to quick, but fuck it man, the world is yours and that pretty girl is calling herself yours. Just giggle like a bitch and remember the bad old days when we drank way to much goon and talked shit and only dreamed of suits like the one your wearing as you sit here laughing at the directness of such bollocks. Cheers old mate, here's to you, and here's to me. The ones we left behind and the lucky bastards that get to meet us in the future. But most importantly mate, here's to having it all and losing most of it.
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