Sean Nelson, Rockin Roll Star

Mistakes are like diamonds
and I've made so many of them.
Dying every minute,
crying every day.
I'd hate to know
how things got this way.
Cause creeping in my mind
are these dreams of mine
that long, long ago
if I'd seen a spade for a spade
and said fuck the world,
if I'd given all these fools their due
and made like Prefontaine for my ambitions
I could have been a rock and roll star.
I could have driven my Rav 4 on Australlian beaches,
letting my long hair be one with the wind.
I could have scuba-dived in fucking Jamacia,
dried off and smoked a fucking joint.
I could have gotten my nuts off and gone onto the stage,
*blast it, I stopped and thought about whether that last line would get me censored and it damned my flow*
but let's pump out some mediocrity anyway.
I could have done work suitable for a mind such as mine:
inspiring, leading and creating
with poetry and bull-blood music.
I remember after the only time I've really performed,
this professional bassist approached me and told me that my musical abilities were "legendary,"
and he really hoped I'd use my talent for Christ.
Well, I'd use my talent for anybody who'd pay me and that's exactly why I'm not anywhere today.
But still: "Bear Sean, like a soldier, to the stage;
for he was likely, had he been put on,
to have proved most royally:
and, for his passage, the soldiers' music and the rites of war speak loudly for him.
Take up the bodies: such a sight as this
becomes the field, but here shows much amiss. Go, bid the soldiers shoot." (the end of Hamlet)