Psycauliflower

I ain't written in a while so I'm typing on this keyboard Fight to be enlightened and I'm right to want to see more Right to want to be more, I take another detour Ready to die and confident like strapping up with C-4 Let's wrap it up and before this shit gets any bit serious But wait a minute, push to the edge 'cause after all I'm curious I'm furious with joy and fascinated with depression This lesson that I learned exacerbated every session Second guessing every move I've ever made without a thought When the truth is autopilot is the best of what I've got I'm the plot of the story and the topic of your speech I'm the irony of lesson and I'm mocking what you teach While we're blocking what you preach, smoking blunts in ocean beach Sipping potion in a dosage your emotion never reached You're a ghost and when it meets with an energy as this I'm both breathing life and deleting the genesis Meditative attributed sequencing is on Levels reach their breaking point, breaking through the swarm I plan to arm through travels in silence, dusk and dawn Bust the green right through the lawn or concrete that we skate upon Imagine there is no open mindedness The paradoxical exploding past the assurance of what time it is I've touched down only when grounded for consciousness You'll feel the inner purpose rise when you give light to sacred sight Masonic? Demonic? Bionic? Try out the psycauliflower power howl from beyond it I'm fond of the honorary, contrary the "pawn its" Lost in the dishonest sonnets that bomb like natural comets The news projects it forward to lead us off into marches I'll settle in the marshes, becoming one with the stars kid Just notice you're an artist, and slip further and further away from monetary hardships