You say that you enjoy people I don’t think that is true You want to be a pure steeple And lord it over fools

To tell you the truth I relish your cum It’s the best homage To a job well done

You showed me the switch And all that comes with it Karma’s a bitch

Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today

I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu

Little chipper 'munk Primal, honest, cheeky, sweet Sugar in my ’shine

Would you wanna hang out some time To see if dreams maybe align Feels like our rhythms could be rh… And these voices might harmonize

The only difference Between enlightenment and ignoranc… Is seeing your own magnificence

The journey is far, you guess And possibly arduous You just couldn’t care less ‘Cause the prize is worth the test

You’re nineteen You can choose who to be Nineteen Maybe fancy and free Nineteen

I’m just looking for An open invitation To bathe you in love

We might be just a bit fucked up And, God, I hope that’s true ‘Cause that means life is nothing… The deepest passion’s hue

I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely

I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze