Noting all the brand new stories from today that were arrayed in front of him, he liked the buffet of content
Except there just wasn’t anything spicy enough to be worth the headline.
What he needed was sizzle, but all he had in front of him was steak.
So he carved everything up to bite sized pieces so at least they had to come back for more.
Letting the coin spin in the air
Unclear what fate would determine I feel my anxiety rise
Catching it and slapping it on my wrist my anxiety fled and I felt content
Knowing that my future had been decided
Living life at his own pace
As the rest of the world rushed towards nothing
Zany to think that he was the “wrong” one
Yet he was content and they were not.