You can say I’m blowing steam
Blowing smoke
Learning the essence of being
Few giggles, no jokes
Bruised but taking more blows
Still standing, concrete
rooted on my feet
Who said? Who’s been there?
Who really knows if we’re chasing air?
Chasing dreams is all we about
Visionaries in shades and ripped clothing
Paving the way for the brave
Getting medals, a round of applause for stuff we not proud of
Who we really living for?
What are we put here to do?
Lying on the grass thinking of how cool it would be
Getting paid to share my thoughts, listen to music and just be
Learning about the world’s great mysteries, philosophies, and new inventions
Bunch of like-minded rebels, good-hearted
Kind intentions.
Road to self-discovery, lonely and sad
Mind playing tricks, heart stitched but going strong
Letting go and stripping lies let the truth tremble bare
So close but yet so far, hope I’m headed somewhere.
The GeltonNation 