I ain't written in a while so I'm typing on this keyboard

Fight to be enlightened and I'm right to want to see more

Right to want to be more, I take another detour

Ready to die and confident like strapping up with C-4

Let's wrap it up and before this shit gets any bit serious

But wait a minute, push to the edge 'cause after all I'm curious

I'm furious with joy and fascinated with depression

This lesson that I learned exacerbated every session

Second guessing every move I've ever made without a thought

When the truth is autopilot is the best of what I've got

I'm the plot of the story and the topic of your speech

I'm the irony of lesson and I'm mocking what you teach

While we're blocking what you preach, smoking blunts in ocean beach

Sipping potion in a dosage your emotion never reached

You're a ghost and when it meets with an energy as this

I'm both, breathing life and deleting the genesis

Meditative attributed sequencing is on

Levels reach their breaking point, breaking through the swarm

I plan to arm through travels in silence, dusk and dawn

Bust the green right through the lawn or concrete that we skate upon

Imagine there is no open mindedness

The paradoxical exploding past the assurance of what time it is

I've touched down only when grounded for consciousness

You'll feel the inner purpose rise when you give light to sacred sight

Masonic? Demonic? Bionic? Try out the psycauliflower power howl from beyond it

I'm fond of the honorary, contrary the "pawn its"

Lost in the dishonest sonnets that bomb like natural comets

The news projects it forward to lead us off into marches

I'll settle in the marshes, becoming one with the stars kid

Just notice you're an artist, and slip farther and farther away from monetary hardships