Golden Moments

They lied you know.

When you were little and they told you what life would be like.

They lied.

The sold you a lemon.

Something everybodys buying so you might as well have one.

They lied.

They told you that you’d be happy.

That you’d have a great job, a family, a dog.

They told you you’d have those moments.

Those golden moments of perfection.

And that if you lived your life right

Every moment could be that way.

But they lied.

You don’t love the people you work with.

You are not best friends with your boss.

You can try your absolute best and finish dead last.

You can put every ounce of yourself to work

And still never have one of those golden moments.

When you were growing up you bought it

Had a 3 year return warranty

But that was a decade back and now you’re stuck with it.

And you don’t have everyone you love

And you don’t smile.

And you never get enough sleep at night

And we never found the rainbow connection.

No, it’s not like they told you.

They lied.

And some days that lie is going to make you cringe

And you’re going to hate everyone who ever spread it on

Like playing telephone with the whole world

And you were at the end

And they told you things were going to be great.

But things aren’t great.

Things are far from great.

Things are grimy and dirty

And broken and used

And everyone is pushed under this pressure of the social pressure cooker of society

And we’re all screaming at the lid

Screaming that this isn’t what they told us.

This isn’t what we were sold

No we want our money back!

But some days

Some days aren’t so bad.

Someday you see a friend you haven’t seen for awhile.

Some days you drive in the rain.

Some days you hear your favorite song

Some days you’ve got someone who holds you

And those days are nice.

Those days make you a little glad you bought this life.

A little less pessimistic

A little less socially disturbed with the way things turned out

And you hold those days.

You wrap them round your toes and up your legs

Hide them under pants and skirts

And someday when you’ve had enough

You’ll wrap them around your ribs

And they will look like the sweaters your grandparents wear.

And someday

Someday all the bad will fall away.

Someday you’ll have had enough of the alright times

To forget all of the garbage you walked through to get there.

You’ll ignore all the pain and suffering you had

And had to witness

Just so you could have those moments.

Those moments where you weren’t infinite

But you weren’t finite.

The moments that you felt you were human.

And you’ll wrap them round you into a gold cocoon

And you’ll call them your golden moments.

The golden moments.

And your grandchildren will clamber around you

And ask for the story of your life

And you will tell them only the golden things.

Only the things that will make them smile

Because growing up and learning that it isn’t all that great

Is part of being human.

And they will have to do that too.