Creepy crawlers coming out of the closets,
Coming for my happiness, gonna grab a dab of that.
Not this crap again, oh well, I guess here we go, tell me all you know, where ya been, take it slow.
I’m a sponge in the hands of something, something I don’t know. I’ll try not to let my observations show.
Anywhere we go, I’m willing to jump into the flow, I know, I know,
I asked for everything and here it is, thanks for this bullshit, though.
I’m listening as well as I can through the intuitions screaming,
Pay attention, listen in to what they don’t know they’re projecting.
This vessel isn’t capable of telling you the truth with its lips.
Nodding. Nodding. My inside voice is nodding off to sleep,
while my ego’s still trying to keep in step with the gossiping.
Until a subtle truth whispers wisdom soothingly to combat the scorpion’s sting,
In this reality, you begin to stink from all the low-hanging things you eat…
Learn to love the stretch, and then climb and reach, my sweetness.