Blog #155: I Have Thought a Lot Lately About the Irony of Wanting Nothing More Than to Make Art b...

As I sit in my car

Surrounded on all sides by capitalism

I ache for the days

When I danced for no reason

And yearn for the times

When writing wasn't a chore

I want to pursue

All my creative passions

But who has time for that

When I need to find a way

To put gas in my car

Making money

Is hard enough

Let alone in such a subjective field

And it is the case

That since I am halfway good at many arts

I am not good enough at any of them

At least

Not good enough to make any money off of them

Not good enough to use them

To put gas in my car

That burns as I sit in traffic

On my way home from work

Surrounded by relics of a consumerist culture I hate

Daydreaming of producing art

Not for the sake of consumption

But because I bloody want to

Singing the same songs

And

Hyperventilating

Because who knows how much longer breathable air will exist on this Earth

What with all of these people

Burning gas sitting in traffic

And not making art