And it’s been twenty something years
Growing up upon this planet
Tryng to learn the way the world turns
And how I’m going to manage
Without caring a ton
And get to bandage up the damage
Heart made of flesh but my head is made of granite ROCK
I’m just a man in a box
Except I got a couple of windows and a door that locks
And a chair where I sit and collect my thoughts
Unless I come home and find me a goldie locks
The grizzly bear that didn’t get no sleep (during the winter)
Now he’s standing high on two feet (looking for dinner)
But the forest barren the city it’s the only place left
Populated by humans consuming until they face death
All with they different beliefs on who has made them
What does life mean? What’s the right thing?
And when you die are you leaving or arriving?
I take a breath and feel the high just from surviving
I know you’re asking of your life what does it all mean
I know I’m asking when I write what does it all mean
These trees grown upon the ground just to all breathe
And you’re trying to name the god creating all things..