Bohemian Rhapsody

I'm actually in the middle of something that I want to completely finish before I post it, although I might split it into two posts. We’ll see. It's quite different from anything I've posted so far. Much more introspective, poetic, and narrative. It's not about current events, hot-button issues, or (my apparent favorite) preachy in any sort of way. I had written a couple things that I wanted to publish - ranting on about the potential misuses and harms of the internet, and how everyone is trapped in their own matrix - but both times I stopped myself because I'm tired of displaying my displeasure to everyone. If you think luxury and fast cars and easy women are the best things since sliced bread, have it your way. I'm not going to stop you. I'm not even going to tell you that they're bad. Because that's not what I'm about. But somehow, it comes across that way in my blogs. I want to make people think, but I come off as arrogant and preachy. I know because people have been telling me this my whole life. So I just want to mix it up a little. Still give people something to think about, without the condemning part. Sounds good huh? You have no idea. So to keep your mind busy rolling up that rock only to have it perpetually fall back down again, here are some lyrics to put yer shoulder into...

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality
Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man, Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

(tell me you just read this without singing it and I won't believe you)