Blind Faith

Analogies make strange bedfellows.

If at first you don’t succeed, go home and smoke some weed
Watch some TV shows and go to sleep
But don’t forget to include yourself when you’re counting sheep
Life is but a dream for those who float gently down the stream
Wow, that sounds sweet, but to be precise
I’d rather inhabit reality and bring my dreams to life
Even when it seems unlikely, I’m the type to keep fighting
Just to be feisty, ‘cause there’s so many factors
That can hold back the progress of a solo act
With practically no stature, so go ahead and throw it at me
I know exactly where I’m going, and it’s nowhere fast
Although perhaps it’s somewhere spectacular gradually
That’s my only rationale for rolling proactively
So I’m actually happier with the speed of a tortoise
‘Cause if I was growing massively by the moment, I wouldn’t have
The freedom to focus on my vocab and sculpt a masterpiece

Someone told me to believe in myself, but I needed
A reason, because I couldn’t see for myself
So I teach myself and increase my skills
And I’ll believe when I see results

My faith is unshakable; even when the indicators
Of immanent failure are unmistakable
I’m simply incapable of letting my faith go
Some say I won’t make it, but what the hell do they know?
I’m so dedicated that no one can take control
Of my fate, so even when I’m in the danger zone
I still feel like I’m safe at home, so I’m always protected
All perspectives that contradict mine are strongly rejected
I’m like a fundamentalist contemplating the fossil record
Explaining Intelligent Design to a biology professor
I understand my faith well enough not to questions it
For a starving artist that’s just a prerequisite
‘Cause I can see direct evidence with my own eyes
That says my chance of success is like throwing dice
And getting consecutive snake eyes forty times
That’s why the only truth I accept is the one I know inside

June 2006

© Baba Brinkman

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