My weary mind wanders like a slick slime Mold The bleary grind ponders how time got so Old An eternal bind planning for the future, so Bold As HuMankind is panning the universe for Gold
So I sit here and stare at the ceiling fan above Wondering if the action means pushing Shove Conundrums in thee heart as tight as a Glove Hypertensive fluttering but all you need is Love
And Round and round we Go And Deja Vu again you Know Be a fun guy time for the Show My ceiling fan persists to Blow
I’m Microdosing lots of life Hide the kids and the wife Father time’s sharp knife Confide in god zero strife
There’s got to be more, as a fact of matter As a universal spore still persists to scatter Panspermia comet brought the ******* As My ceiling fan spins, my pupils grow fatter
Where’d it all begin? And How the hell are we alive? Apple snakeskin sin? A Bad screenplay to contrive
So many sacred lessons to be learned Before the final court is to be adjourned
But Don’t worry the witness hasn’t Sung The Corrupt Jury will remain forever Hung Mystical Manna for your mind Carl Jung? Or just a bunch of Beetle’s chasing Dung?
Either way it’s a long strange trip And I know you don’t really drink But maybe just take one little sip My ceiling fan will make you think