i dont want to grow up cause i'm a toys r us kid

or something like the myth they sold us. in reality, i don't want to grow up to westernized standards. why can't i be paid to be in love? or read ram das? or write beautiful poetry? why do we have to crumble to these standards? when did the entire world sell it's soul? what cost does the soul have? do we even have souls? where is the heart in all of this? is this all a myth created by my brain? are my neurons going bizerk again? have the synapses linked incorrect? why are trustas the lucky ones? and stepford wives? i will not crumble to either. maybe i should just be homeless. not in a dramatic way, but in a way that i can actually accomplish what i want at a 'grown up' age. i'd write more, but why complain? it gets us nowhere, and negative vibes just fuck with the universe, which is all in my head anyway. to each his own, right?