Our consciousness is framed by "me me me."
By what's on TV.
By big houses and little dreams.
We diagnose creativity away with alphabet soup sicknesses. Being young and restless becomes 'ADHD.' Big dreams become 'Delusions of Grandeur.'
"Delusions of Grandeur," she said, as her pen went tapping against the notepad. "You think bigger than you are," she said. All I've ever been is a kid that loves music and concerts. All I've ever been is a hippie at heart. The pen keeps tap, tap, tapping. "Try thinking small, like instead of a festival, maybe just a party with friends." Because a dream that big can be summed up in a party. EDC reduced to 20 drunk kids in a room with an iPod for sound, the stoners out back. Mediocrity on rampage, I've had parties like that already. My 16th birthday was bigger than most weddings.
Funny, I started out one of those gifted and talented kids. Every year you were told to expect big things from kids like us. Geography bee, spelling bee, I was in them all. No one thought I had delusions then.
But then again its not about me is it? It's about the idea, because an idea can change your life. Pull you back from the brink of death and remind you that you only live once.
I think maybe as she tap tap taps her pen against her notepad, she might have had some delusion long ago. Tap tap tap. It's a delusion because it doesn't fit in your box of who I am. Tap tap tap. I'm crazy because I'm not "Plain Jane."
Tap, tap, tap. Close my eyes to world around me. Tap, tap, tap. Open my eyes to the world within me. Hedonistic opulence meets deep and Earthy forests. A world beyond time. Electricity is different here, so are the people. Tap, tap, tap. The tapping keeps me from growing roots here. Tap, tap, tap.
Session's up. Grandeur deluded.
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