Defusing My Dreams

Letter Seventeen

For the first time in 13 years Grant sent me some lyrics. I added a verse and then spent the month of February waiting for the song to give me a direction. It did on about the 24th. Originally this was sunny and upbeat.

Keep it quiet kids,
I’m writing this novel,
later on Jiu Jitsu
with a Russian named Pavel
Signed up for a marathon,
New shoes, you bet
The race is next week
Should I start training yet?

so what! if I want to drive a red miata
so what! if my jeans don’t fit like that oughtta
Got a bad reputation for trying too hard
T-shirt, sport coat to mow my yard

I’ve taken up sourdough
You want to see my starter?
I’ll share it on the Gram
After pictures of my lager
My home brew kit
Is pumping out the bottles
I’m watching it ferment
As I read Aristotle

so what! if I want to drive a red miata
so what! if my jeans don’t fit like that oughtta
Got a bad reputation for trying too hard
T-shirt, sport coat to mow my yard

Defusing my dreams
like explosive devices
why can’t you just let me
have my mid-life crisis