What a Kip

I rise from aestivation And feast my eyes on the wasteland But it just looks the fucking same as My brain had retained it But this time, it felt like a vacation Gone is the fetishisation Of destructive behaviour I am stable and able In my newfound haven My boy, I have awakened I guess I'm spoiled in a sense With defence against The different kinds of loneliness Through heritage Today, today, today marks a new man Who'll be grateful for what he can And while human habituation withstands The cruel conditions won't break us, man I'm spoiled in a sense Even if you win again And I'd rather underwhelm Than not even attempt I'm spoiled in a sense Even if you win again And I'd rather underwhelm Than not even attempt