what is worth?
it is unearthed in us
by external forces,
but everyone tells us
it is in us, foremost.
we are all ghosts,
just ghosting each other,
until we become ghosts
or gone forever,
in hell or Hartford, Connecticut.
what is worth?
what is worth?
my ego is not my amigo,
because it wants what it wants,
without thinking about me,
or what's best for both of us.
what is worth?
like art,
it is determined by desire;
if you want something bad enough,
you will claw and kick
and chuck hatchets at hospitals
just to get it.
like my mailman once said,
"Find what you love and let it kill you,"
and I'd like to think he was talking
about the good fight of love
and letting go of self
to search for meaning in soul,
but who the hell knows,
because he was drunk
and not a mailman at all.
what is worth?
it is being cool
with whatever comes,
knowing that life
is not defined by
the forces that destroy
your story.
what is worth?
who cares,
you're worthy
of whatever you think
is worth it:
time, energy, love...
none of it is infinite,
so wield it wisely.