You see the Lakers on the TV set at the bar Maybe you're starting to learn now Everything you hope for, it must be balanced by The brutal despair of reality Statistically, you're fated to lose You must become friends with your own powerlessness Cause this world will hurt you and tell you you deserve it This world will destroy you and tell you you have earned it Just keep your head down, try to carve out Any fragment of this world that brings you peace Does it live inside you Is it all around you What helps remind you of the beauty in everything The overwhelming grace in the experience of your own suffering Leading to a total immolation of your own past sense of being There is wisdom to be found by existing on the plane of pure nothing You see commercials on the TV set at the bar Are you maybe starting to confuse Your own reality with the projections all around you Are you starting to subconsciously destroy You must rewrite that blank page inside You are so much more than all the words this world has written for you I think it might be time to pay your tab and leave now