You make plans and God laughs
That’s what I always heard.
But talk is cheap
And honestly sometimes I just need to vomit some words
I need stimulation for sure.
Feelings are a result of chemicals
secreted and depleted
ups and downs
highs and lows
aboves and belows
My glass is empty
He wants a picture of my feet
Jesus Christ I’ve got
To do something meaningful
He’s up, and he’s down
Gotta get started again
Take a walk
get some sun
figure it out, how do i figure it out?
What’s the meaning of this? What’s the highest meaning,
a little slice of bliss?
I could use a bite of that for sure.
And then I’m in Bora Bora,
the water sloshing under the villa
I wake up seasick, or I imagine I’d be seasick in my fantasy.
The sun, golden orgasm and water, aquamarine
with a sparkle rivaling diamonds
I feel bright, light, happy. This is where happy lives
Or maybe it’s money.
Day trade, buy, sell
the Dow is down, oh well
Put your stimulus in my budget deficit
Or get out!
I’ve got work to do here.
Get out and start your engine again
He’s up, up, up and away
He rolls with the flow
like slosh beneath the over-water villas again
that’s where happy lives
He gets a little seasick
but gets up to look out onto those diamond waters
he feels the golden heat kiss his skin
And all is rightside up again.