For the best

"I think my whole life is gonna crumble down soon," -
I whisper in the frightening dark,
Like a last straw I cut my lip with a plastic spoon,
That's some kind of obnoxious art.
"You know, back in my days we had it all,
Pretentious freedom and all the stuff," -
I'm mumbling and shaking as if I'm old
And trying to hide my bluff, -
"Daisies and lavander in one big bouquet,
Rainbows, and sunshine, and hope..."
Now it's never ending playlist of Lana Del Rey
And the strongest urge to go home.
I was twirling unconsciously in the wheel of fortune,
But the fate broke my spokes with an axe,
Threatening: "The love of your life might soon leave you,
Evolve your identity besides being an ex-...
And once you are ready, you'll get a night phone call,
You'll hear a comforting voice that says:
It was hell when they threw a brick back then at Stonewall,
But all of this was for the best".