I became to understand
That I lived in
Some type
Of organic simulation

Its so random
And so fun

And with each
New day
I see the sun

I listen to podcasts
Here or there

Now I will sit
Upon my
Wee little chair

My folding chair
At the park
I may sit there
Until the dark

I live inside
A computer matrix
It is plain to see

Nothing to strive for
There is just you and me

Human beings we
Do what we do

FIrst comes 12, then 1, then 2
This cycle repeats
Itself again and again

I am not looking to win

Empty yourself of desire
And you will see

The world is an empty place
And this emptiness suits me

Bodies walking in and out
Of doors

Want more money?
They promise more and more

And with more money
Comes more stress

I think I would like
Less and less

Less and less
Let's take
Many things away

Food, water, and shelter
To make it through the day

Then one day
This country
Got *******

And everyone got in
A terrible moo

The value of paper money
Went almost entirely away
People did not know how
To make it through the day

These silly people
Were just little pawns

And there I was
Sitting in the park

I think I saw a chirping lark

I had a match
I made a spark

I got my pan out of my car
Gathered some kindling
It won't go far

But just enough
To grill
These cakes

I mixed the batter
Yummy food it makes

Then the pancakes
Went in my little tum
And with a grin
I did say, "yum!"

Oh here comes
My friend
The holy man
Of Hastings Ranch

I waved as he walked past
It was just by chance