Nothing matters after the song

I am up early trying to figure out how and why is this morning so dull.. would it be ok if i went for a jog??? I don't want to but cant't convince myself for doin otherwise.. I remember telling everyone that everything that should be tomorrow must start today somewhere even if only at some microscopic level or may be read it somewhere.

My father says i shall have two sons like me. :))))))

Now the point is whether he's too proud or has he lost hope in his ability to control me. May be he thinks i m twice as capable of handling rebellious teenagers as he is. either ways I really cant think about it too much.. Now i realize why i secretly revolted the idea of not being with people who make your life easier. I feared i would do the exact same things, scream like they do, walk out like they do and wish i was not...

Fuck the ideas and get real. Lets live but when i do get to the living part the question is - Is my idea of living the correct idea of living. Am i suppose to be the focal point of my life or should i be the mirror, difficult comprehension.

But how does it all matter once i am gone, how does it matter what the world is, how does the matter how many smiles or how many frowns i inflicted upon my people.

Because there is no music After the song ....