To days of inspiration,
playing hookey, making something
out of nothing
the need to express,
to communicate
to going against the grain,
going insane,
going mad
To loving tension, no pension
to more than one dimension,
to starving for attention
hating convention
hating pretension
Not to mention of course,
hating dear old mom and dad
To riding your bike
midday past the three piece suits
to fruits, to no absolutes.
to Absolut, to choice
to the Village Voice,
to any passing fad
To being an "us", before once,
instead of a "them"!
(from Rent, words and music by Jonathan Larson)
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