• It used to be so easy.
    If there was
    A boulder blocking your path
    Up the road to Mt. Success,
    If there was
    A deep gorge a mile wide
    A few steps away,
    A bottomless pit of
    Endless problems
    That just go on
    And on,
    And on,
    With no end,
    I would raise my fist and
    Disintegrate that boulder into particles.
    Then I'd run through the loose atoms
    And leap over that gorge of
    Pointless problems and
    Land on the other side,
    Leaving the issues forgotten.

    That was then, this is now.

    Because now,
    It's all so confusing,
    Like my head is the messiest room ever.
    I've got my friends all over my desk
    And my family chucked under the bed.
    The books on my shelf share the title "Anger",
    My shirts have "Hatred"
    Printed on the 100% Egyptian Cotton.
    I've got cheesy love poems strewn all over the floor
    All written to the same name.
    My recent failures are hung crookedly on the wall,
    My success buried somewhere in the closet.
    A giant poster titled "The Future",
    Depicting a car, a house,
    And a college degree,
    Is slowly peeling off the drywall.
    And all I've got to clean it up
    Is a four-foot broom with "Ambition"
    Written on the handle.

    So I sweep my family out from under the bed,
    Only to get distracted by one of those books,
    "Anger" by Brian Jorge Goulart.
    It's an autobiography.
    I try to organize my friends into neat piles,
    Only to have one of my failures fall off the wall
    And smack me in the head.
    Check it out, it's the F
    I got on my last Algebra 2 test,
    Because the concepts were beyond
    The understanding of this being
    That once blasted the boulders of life
    Into their component atoms.
    The cheesy love poems I vacuum up,
    'Cause I'm tired of love tripping me up.
    Standing on tip-toe I use the broom to
    Put "My Future" back into place,
    But I trip and knock every single damn
    Issue I have back onto the floor again.
    I was so mad I was going to
    Snap the broom handle in two.
    I was going to turn and yell
    At the woman who
    Carried me for nine months like a cross.
    She's telling me to
    Set my life straight, to
    Get my priorities right,
    And to stop doing this to myself.

    I never hated so damn much.
    No mama, I don't hate you,
    I hate me,
    Never have I ever
    Made the mistakes I made,
    Never again will I
    Make the mistakes I made,
    Saying things I don't mean,
    Turning my back on everything.
    I lie, lie, lie,
    "It's fine,"
    "It's alright,"
    Lies, lies, lies,
    I want it to stop.

    Because now I know it's
    Murder to destroy your own dream.
    Solutions aren't so simple anymore,
    And when I run out of dynamite
    To blast that boulder to bits,
    Well then,
    Guess I'm gonna have to push that boulder
    All the way up the damn mountain.