Cabin Fever

When The World Wants My Opinion

12/10/02

When I become important
and someone of my outerworldly importance
asks me what I want,
I'll answer proudly and selfishly.
I want the world to bring me more of The Tragically Hip,
an unforgiving Canadian band,
something that poetically speaks to me
as much as Pearl Jam did
before I played and played and overplayed them.

When someone calls
I want to be able to say no.
You have no muse and I don't want to
get caught up in your diatribes
about sports and your useless tastes in music.
You may wear them better than me,
but I'm not into wearing suits
that show my age
as much as my lack of personal skills talent.
I may not have a lot to give
and I might get bored easily,
but something tells me
I can do better than now.

When I'm able
to have a voice that shines
you can polish it up all you want
and when I back down,
sure I'll be sad if you don't stop trying
to buff and cleanse my voice.
I might want to be famous
but I don't want to change the one I am.
When you say you love it, say it from the heart.
We all want to be rich
but dollars pay the rent.
Who takes care of the soul?
This is me in the new times,
wishing for the old times
when I was secluded.
Money talks, bullshit walks...
guess I'll move along
until my heart is clean
and clear
and ready to accept resumes and portfolios
so I can reopen myself
to the best thing that seems right for me.

If and when that happens,
maybe I won't tell a soul.