Plastic Life

It seems like we can make everything from plastic; Action figure, flower,  trees,  food, animal, babies. Every living thing can be made out of plastic. Big, beautiful, shiny, and colorful as they can be. They are just plastic. Fake.

Even our life can be made out of plastic. We sometimes, live someone else’s life, dreams someone else’s dreams , and chase someone else’s targets. Inspiring as they might be. They are just plastic. Fake.

We are living in a plastic world. Both literally and metaphorically. Sad to say, but it is true.

And I hope you, my love, are real.

Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself
It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins
And it wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can’t help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
And it wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out

If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time

Radiohead.:Fake Plastic Trees:.

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One response to “Plastic Life

  1. hmmmm kan bsok mo diving ke bali,,trus ke jkt.
    sepertinya oktober yg sangat menyenangkan 🙂
    ntar kebahagiaannya ditransfer sepertiga buatku jg boleh supaya oktoberku tdk terlalu kelabu 🙂

    btw im sure that it’s real.
    she is real for you
    *gudlak ya

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