Letter to Scarlett
I’m totally upset
Or to be honest, I’m scare to death right now
I plunge my face into the pillow and shout
I slam on my guitar to annoy the neighbors who are peacefully in bed
I write down some evil curses and plan to stick them on the forehead of people I hate
But after all, I have to say I’m mainly mad at myself
I really deserve a cubicle in hell
Where I serve as a devil in charge of messing things up
How could I be just like you, living like an one-way street?
Focusing on important things and acting on my own benefit only
How could I have a fearless heart always full of energy?
How could I care only about money and social status?
And forget all about dreaming, poetry and music
How could I be simple, realistic and wise?
I’m a big fat loser, I just can’t deny
Should I continue leading a life like that?
Or should I change to be someone like you, Scarlett?
So life would be easier and fall nicely in consistency …
Oh how I wish to be totally free
Throw away responsiblities and give conscience a very long day off
Then I’ll go far away and crazily follow my heart
I’ll do things that rational people will, without a second thought, say no
A sunny and windy day, on the road, I go …