so much going on but i’m laughing still
brush it off better stop and smell the daffodils
yeah it’s hard, but it’s harder when you doubt your self
so open up your eyes to your prophecy
it’s on you, better navigate it properly
sorta like how you support a life
sorta life is there more to life?

i woke up early on my born day choppy as hell
another notch on my belt, it’s just a number i felt the same yesterday as i do now
mental framing
better mediate focus on the breath maintaining
a sense of calmness countered by a chaos daily
the wind blows and i don’t feel like sailing
the water froze when i unveiled my ailing
heart set on wailing, though it is i who is always prevailing
but fuck i, fuck me, fuck why
rather lie upon a cloud tie dye in the sky
get a high five from the high tide and ride on the side, as co pilot start a riot never quiet inside
my mind oscillates, i don’t wanna process hate
i toss fates and phosphates into the place i face
yet i am faceless, wait this faithless, racist, place is making me anxious and stateless
it’s ancient, dark vs. light working the grave shift, the shiny space ship is just a slave ship with paint chips, goodness gracious the way its blatant but we disregard it and get angry at the waitress
painful becomes painless
flirtatious only thru screens, oh to be famous
this is the basis of the divided states of mind that are brainless in a time that is shameless
my society is ostentatious
tasteless with teetering patience encased in
oasis’s made of commercialized fragrances
that suffocate all of our courageousness
and they just sit, waiting for the money to hit
& ain’t it funny to think, a day closer to death
but they’re old & their rich
so they really don’t see
what its like to be you
what its like to be me
i’m gonna start a petition
to gather every single politician
and place them into the very same room
and while they all scoff and measure dicks and such
im a walk around the room handing em plastic cups
they’ll want glasses but they love pollution & the plastic
so they’ll have it and sip upon my potion of magic
give it 45 minutes and they’ll all be laughing
having realizations of the tragedy and havoc
they caused.... and then they start to cry….
cause i dosed em with lysergic acid diethyl-amide
yeah right! just a dream i had before i awoke
on my birthday the worst day to think that there’s hope
like a yo-yo-yo with the string all knotted
cats cradle right into the garbage
as the moon makes it way to the stars
and my eyes get heavy from from the weight of these bars

so much going on but i’m laughing still
brush it off better stop and smell the daffodils
yeah it’s hard, but it’s harder when you doubt your self
so open up your eyes to your prophecy
it’s on you, better navigate it properly
sorta like how you support a life
the sorta life that make you mortified