Fear and Friday’s (Poem)

I'd say I've seen some beautiful days, I've walked countless coastlines Awoken on mountaintops, I have seen death and birth and kissed good lips I don't need a music machine telling me what a good story is Matter of fact, I've never asked nothing from nobody I've taken my motorbike down the Pacific 101 And I have stood atop the Empire State building with my father I have ridden the fear, although I was afraid every single time I've learned that every waking moment is enough And excess never leads to better things It only piles and piles atop the things that are already abundantly in front of you Like breathing and chasing and slow dancing and love-making And fighting and laughing I am unhinged, unworthy, and distasteful to mostly everyone I meet However, I am loyal to a fault, to anyone I find kindness in I do not, and will not fear tomorrow Because I feel as though today has been enough And I got no hate in my heart for anything, anywhere, or anyone And I think fear and Friday's got an awful lot in common They're overdone, and glorified, and always leave you wantin' Yeah, I think fear and Friday's got an awful lot in common They're overdone, and glorified, and they always leave you wantin'