I stick my head out of my bedroom window
[Everybody should stick their head out the window from time to time]
The wet air kisses me awake, ive been sweating all night
Starting my day with cinnamon sounds nice
Ill make myself my silly little meal again, too
Ya know sometimes I swear I’ve just got to be an alien
Or some sort of time traveler who doesn’t know where he’s coming from or where he’s going
[Man my hands can get so cold]
This is what its like to be a bum but I am blessed with no dharma
[the earth rumbles]
[BUZZZZZZZ]
“After careful review…”
“We appreciate your time and effort…”
[Oh I appreciate you, too, fuck you]
But its nothing personal
And all of this absolutely all of this has got to be coming from somewhere else because none of it feels too good to be true
Then I put my hand over my own heart and tell myself that everything is going to be ok and I don’t believe myself but I do
[Now I just roll around bed like a dog]
[And if you could turn up the volume just a bit more, i don’t want to hear the rest of this]
There are so many horns roaring
You can hear the sogginess of the pavement
And the behinds of my ears are tight and somewhere in the back left side of my brain I feel a pull or a tug like a tap on the shoulder
And I keep hearing ive been meaner lately, Ill chat with the Moon about that
But lost things have a clever way of finding their way back
And maybe we all get one great big change in life
And maybe this is mine
[But really, who am I to be giving any sort of advice?]
And why can’t our brains just be big antennas receiving something from some greater version of us?
I swear I’m connected to some higher collection of thoughts and learnings and universal truths right now, yet I know nothing that is to happen or that has come and gone, im just sitting watching trying to grab little bits of life rolling passed me, rolling along
[I told you, alien]
And a great voice laughs from the sidewalk below, "HA HA HA!"
[Someone really laughed, and it really sounded like that]
I finally feel my face unscrunch from yesterday
We’re always just somebody else in disguise
And would you look at that, a couple of seagulls are circling overhead!
[I smile and wave a proper good morning]
The sky is sunless, its blueish-purple-gray all-day
But i’m just thinking about roadside cherry pie and spending quarters on the freshest apples of your life
And did you see there are actually a handful of leaves still stuck on that tree, the one right below me, they’re agitated by the wind
[I start shaking like them]
But what if it all doesnt go to plan?
Well then it’s gotta be alright to lose your mind sometimes
This is learning how to be a person again
[There are so many birds singing right now, it doesn’t sound real]
And though I have yet to bloom
Maybe spring really is on its way