I Know What I wanna do

I remember the time I used to think of myself as Sly Stallone straight from the Rocky movies, all running up a flight of stairs and puching my fists in the air in triumph, not to forget the Rocky theme playing in the background...eye of the tiger rocky...eye of the tiger. Well nothing of that sort happens now. I have absolutely no such fantasies, and I slowly see my dreams disappearing into vaccum. My body and mind both weary and my head absolutely aimless. All I wanna do now is stay this way and enjoy the rest of my life doing nothing. I wanna stare at other people and laugh at them because they try too hard. My small arse should enlargen itself into one humongous piece of flesh. Great tequilla and a touch of grass just to complete the perfect evening and comfortably numb playing behind me....not "eye of the tiger". My aims will now remain shallow...because that is me. It really is. Im no more than a piece of junk and I intend to fulfil the purpose for which I was born and that is "doin absolutely nothing".