I feel so much energy—
all these frequencies
shaping the things I see.
I feel it in my bones,
breaking down to stones,
as I slip back in time—
not for the rhyme…
****, I did it again.
Now I’m tired, man.
Hashtag, driving in my van,
thinking it over again,
losing myself on the road.
Is this the place where I’m at ease?
All I’m searching for is peace,
to swim in the Blue Lagoon,
chilling with a raccoon
who’s stealing my spoon.
Rocking a J on the moon,
on Route 69, sipping moonshine—
****, she looks so fine.
Let’s leave it all behind the line;
I’m here, and life is mine.
I’m lying under falling stars,
wearing the scars from my wars.
By the way—do you know the way to Mars?
I lost all sense of time,
threw away my clock.
But lucky me—
I’ve still got my moon rocks.
So here I am,
in the middle of the Milky Way,
endlessly I stray,
still trying to find my way.