drifting Lyrics

Wake up again

Check the clock to make sure I got enough time before this nocta stops

Five hours till I gotta go to work

I guess I'll watch the fan go in circles for now

As my brain starts going to work

Analyzing all that passed in the past day

And planning out the one that's following

I mean tomorrow will be good

I'll get off work, then go to the gym

Grab a bite to eat, so I can go to Milan's and write this beat

That I requested him to spawn from his conscious

Now I'm hearing it back realizing that it's monstrous

It's complex, and defies all logic

A lot of folks would hear it, and pass on it

But the way it changes and rearranges

Allows me to follow my thoughts down a stream of conscious

Cuz conscious is constantly changing too

As you fire more neurons and your brain improves

It's kinda crazy how it makes us move and takes us through the day-to-day chains we chose

It remembers the gains and the things we lose

It propelled us forward

Moving from a cave to a city

It inspired artists to write stories and paint lilies

But it also turned us on each other

Enraged killing ensues and will continue

What a damn pity

Fuck

That escalated quickly

Instead of sticking together we are all drifting

As our planet is drifting through the cosmos

A universe expanding to a size beyond the scope of what we can even conceptualize

A million miracles occur right in front of our eyes

That we don't recognize

How can we see it and not recognize?

I guess there's only one explanation

Because if everything is a miracle...

Then nothing is...

Damn

That's deep

I guess that I'm like Socrates

Cuz I have lots of thoughts about where we oughta be

But they are caged inside, and rarely heard audibly

If they're spoke, they're spoke softily

That's why I'm writing to this beat Milan tossed at me

Because my thoughts can fit the rhythm like apostrophes fit between letters

Or like the string that youre wearin round your finger when you're flossing teeth

Thinking bout the endless possibilities

Cuz nothing is impossible

No obstacle can't be overcome

If you open up to the fact that everybody started out like you

Following pipe dreams like Mario

Showing art to the people that they hardly know

Lonely hearts club band branded on your sleeve

Nobody likes to follow what is honestly written

They only want a song that gives their body a rhythm

What's popular is carbon copied and given back to the public to consume it again

Cuz no one really listens to the chord progressions, or the thematic repetitions that represent a deeper understanding of the language that's universal

We all speak it

We all have the knowledge but some still seek it

I can't believe that I'm still not sleeping

I can't achieve my dreams if I still haven't dreamed them

Go to sleep little demon

Don't awake until the seasons change

And the days are different

Maybe someday they'll listen

Until then imma quiet my mind

And drift in a sea of blankets and cold pillows

Run through forests of tall pines and old willows

See the future and return to being so little

Getting older is so fickle

Guess it's time to go back to bed

Rest my head

Cuz who knows when I'll end up dead

Getting older is a trip