this scenery is different but it sounds the same. there aren't so many tourists or mountains, but there are still plenty of empty smiles and a never-ending  stream of words strung together just so you can hear yourself talking. an expert on everything in your own mind, making the mundane life or death for the sake of argument. years and years have gone by, and the mirror shows me more wrinkles but i'm not sure they've brought wisdom. we are all grayer to the eye, on the surface, but beneath, some of us are the same. stuck. fingers in ears, "lalalalalalalalalalalala"...

funny thing is, it's those you're so critical of, those you see yourself so far above, those are the ones who really see you. all the things you're trying to hide, and the ones you don't bother hiding anymore. it's too bad you can't seem to figure out, there is a freedom that comes with letting go. think of what you could accomplish with all that energy you're wasting trying to impress everyone. noone is impressed. unintentional douchebaggery is never impressive. embrace the douche. give reality a big hug. swallow the truthiness, and try not to choke.