Livelihood for the good things—
not much of it… who isn’t
chasing good feels? tell me—
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; what good, feels?

Obsessed with good, do good,
mirror me, past me, run from it—
run to it, the system is updated—
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;but the same me.

Yes, I&#39;m current like a sea shore—
never dry, just shifting sides; up,
down—this channel I’m on, I&#39;m
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;really a seesaw.

Jump as I climb, still drop in time;
bygone, a quick goodbye; gone:

I&#39;ve moved on; my spirit feels fly—
or just flies by; I paint my time in
voice and word, make it feel good,
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;to express myself on the fly.