Hippie.
Yeah I might be one.
Or not.
I love Janis
and Jimi.
They made music with their hearts.
I'd have loved to live in that era.

But I'm born 25 years late.
We can't turn back time
So I thought I'd bring that time back to now.
Peace rock 'n roll I'd give anything just for that.
But why keep people staring at me like I'm just
some crazy fool?

I'm just being me.
An old soul born in an era of modern technology.
Who do I hurt by being me?
I don't care about those funny looks I get.
I'm used to it.
I'm used to it.
I'm used to it.

I keep repeating that.
I'm used to it.
A long time from now
I decided that it wasn't worth
to pretend to be someone I'm not.
Life's way too short for that.

So I decided to be me and to not care
about what others thought about me.

But as I'm thinking
why do people waste so much of their precious time
by ruining someone else's life?

What kind of satisfaction do they get
from laughing at one other
just because that other dresses a tad bit different?

Because that someone decided not to go with the crowd.
Does that mean that person is weird strange pathetic?

How do they feel when one of those nasty comments
just left their lips
Satisfied because they tore someone down?

How do you feel when you create so much
bad karma?