For a While

Here's an ode to all my kin Written by drinking wine The words I might regret I'd erase 'em for a while; and Jot them down again When I get back the time; and If I do, I'd sell my soul to the great unknown; and Have nature take it's place In places we can never explain To try out the mainstream; and Not sell out The stereotype fits; but It's not for us It's not the type of staircase we'd choose Not for our worn out shoes We'd still be the same; and Probably change our name To something cooler Like Jesus, Mohammed, or Buddha You should know if you would want to belong In a world of made up drugs Was this setting made for us? Or are we destined for Something more, some what larger than this scale Only to follow a rhythmic pattern so informative My only knowledge base is my basis of life; and Life is what I make out of my cluelessness and strife; and If it weren't for my worn out shoes You'd probably mistake us for Jesus, Mohammed, and Buddha And my diet; prayers, & sushi, & nonsense; but It tastes really good Like little bits of bitter paper enhancing visuals & the mood So much in my mind they call me strange, 'cause I'm in this race, not wanting to win You're in it for the kicks They're in it for the pics on Instagram Oh, did I say that right? Yeah, I'm a self-righteous prick Like this cosmic needle Poking holes in your logic Words are harsh; but The truth is vitamins for the soul Before we go home You gotta kiss the sun goodbye; and Wave to the moon "Hello" Hello... Jesus, Mohammed, and Buddha --- For a While - Slowdough