We're not even halfway to wherever and we'll never get there if we don't start moving faster.

Rastaman from the Pentecostal down on the coastal road
says, come in, take a load off your feet,
another Jesus in the making of a spliff that I'm not partaking in,
which is no sin to me or to him,

and Jimmy who's a cruiser-weight, a bouncer down the ****** says,
come in and have a beer on me,
but I stay clear of bruisers, boozers, and cruiser-weights.
the fates align to take my time
and
I'm still not wherever that is.