Serious About Not Being Serious

Da-da da-da, don’t look so dramatic

Life’s too short to be systematic

I tried to plan my destiny

With color-coded clarity

But spilled my tea on page sixteen

So much for routine

My alarm went off at nine

I snoozed it till eleven-five

Now I’m late but somehow fine

That’s the design

Every time I try to be profound

I trip on perfectly flat ground

Maybe gravity’s just fond of me

I’m serious about not being serious

Laughing when it’s inconvenient

If the world is slightly delirious

Maybe that’s just brilliant

Oops, I did it accidentally

Turned my mess into a melody

If life is acting mysteriously

I’ll call it “art,” intentionally

I waved at someone down the street

They weren’t waving back at me

Turns out it was just a tree

Social tragedy

Bought a plant to grow some peace

It gave up after week three

Now it’s judging me silently

From the balcony

Every time I try to act mature

My inner child starts a tour

Running through the grocery store

I’m serious about not being serious

Smiling at the curious

If the day feels slightly furious

I’ll make it luxurious

Spilled my coffee on my sleeve

Called it fashion, make-believe

If the moment disagrees

I’ll just say “oui oui”

La-la-la, it’s absurd

La-la-la, haven’t you heard?

Life’s a slightly crooked word

Let it blur

Maybe I pretend sometimes

That I’ve solved the cosmic signs

But I still lose my keys

Almost daily

Maybe I don’t have a clue

What I’m really meant to do

But I laugh and hope it’s cute

When it’s not

If perfection knocks my door

I won’t answer anymore

Messy feels much more like me

I’m serious about not being serious

Turning chaos into chorus

If the sky looks overly glorious

I’ll wink at it, victorious

Dropped my phone into a cake

Called it “bold artistic take”

If the universe’s awake

Let it shake

This is the part where it gets deep…

But not too deep

Maybe life’s a clumsy dance

Stepping on its own romance

Every awkward circumstance

Still has chance

I’m serious about not being serious

Dancing through the delirious

If the world feels imperious

I’ll stay mysterious

Laughing in the pouring rain

Missing every single train

If it happens once again

That’s my brand

I’m serious about not being serious

Happily precarious

If tomorrow’s ambiguous

I’ll be spontaneous

Oops again

Not my plan

Still I stand

With confetti in my hand

Oops again

Here we go

Trip and bow

Take it slow

Da-da da-da, slightly dramatic

Life’s too short to be systematic