You running in place like a hamster but I'm moving forward faster
Flying high like Casper the ghost living on the west coast
while raising my cup to give a toast to the final month of the year with my vision clear for the next year
No time to stare so let me be clear
Looking into the space as I blaze and Inhale the grace of the wonderful few days but can't stay
Got to go and grow and stray into the distance and
play against the matrix
being myself by being different.
Stand against the crowd and silence the loud sound
Taking back control and standing my ground because I'm bound
For glory