| feel feel feel
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| this will get you where you want to
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| be what what you have always wanted to be true
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| drag drag stuck in a lag lag
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| acting like dumb dumb
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| then it’s no fun fun
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| talk to me
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| cleanse cleanse dropping my defense
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| nothing makes sense
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| i want wanted to get real
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| but i’m still stuck to the wheel
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| drag drag stuck in a lag lag
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| acting like dumb dumb
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| then it’s no fun fun
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| talk to me
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| i’ve tried reiki with housewives
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| those were good times
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| always trying out all the ways
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| 22 confirm what i feel
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| there are so many parts of me
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| umbilicalamity
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| it’s not these eyes that will see
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| the lightning turvy-topsied
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| making the choices
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| design
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| ascending ipomoea vines
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| that have been placed in pseudo-time
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| i have genes but not my kind
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| ley lines they sway
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| i believe i’m never gonna believe in anything that
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| demands the construction of a truth
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| do say
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| all the whims i never act out
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| could have been a man of certain words
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| falling up
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| upside down
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| struggling to lighten up
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| though i know what goes down
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| ohaohaoh…
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| 'cause my desire to awaken
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| becomes a hindrance in the end
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| it keeps me in a soft slumber
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| where it is easy to pretend
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| that i’m above all earthly dramas
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| all the curses
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| all the karmas
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| i now desire to let go
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| of everything i have come to know
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| but to desire not to desire
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| is an undesirable state
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| i’m chasing bliss
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| a blissful future
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| yet no blissful present i create
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| i know that when i truly let go
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| of enlightened feats
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| the spur
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| the show
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| my need to separate highs and lows
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| is when i am above as below
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| it has to be with all my being
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| so sincere must be my keying
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| the day when i can fully rise up
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| is when my heart can chime:
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| i don’t give a
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| ohaohaoh… |