Postcard #22

May 31st, 2015

Well there you stand
With your graduation hat in your hand
Dancing on the back of a truck on its way into the frying pan
Champagne breakfast, summer of [?]
Tomorrow you'll wake up unemployed
But things should work out for you
I hope they do

I mean they have so far
Sure, you had a broken heart
Back in year 10, but it really only strengthened
Your belief in what you want from love
You don't want to be holding somebody's glove
When you could be holding somebody's hand

So keep dancing
Don't ever stop the dreaming
When I see you, I see myself back then
Terrified and wondering
What crazy shit the future would bring

Yeah, it's a fucked up world
Put your jacket on and be brave
The market wants you to work yourself into the grave

But be a punk, at least in spirit
Reject the stick and the carrot
And never let yourself be enslaved

And keep dancing
Don't ever stop the dreaming
When I see you, I see myself back then
Terrified and wondering
What fucked up shit the future would...
Bring