Hazy Acres

What is the proposition 

And the value 

As it relates to what it relates to 

After you judge it 

And compare it to the past 

And fear it 

What is it worth

After it is synthesized through your little shop of history 

And Absolutes 

The dogma that is inside of you pretending to be open

Who creates the proposition

And closing of the deal 

How does it stay clear of the doubtful filters 

Negative narratives chiming in 

With no regard for new versions of you 

Where could it live outside of your fears 

Things falling off the side 

You drown in the rapids 

Choked by an old reality 

Shit ways to live that keep us from living 

Reach it then reach again 

Until reaching is impossible 

And you are no longer here to stretch yourself 

For new experiences 

Short lives inside long ideas

You knew them now you don’t 

And will never again 

Your old self is just a pinch of it 

Wearing the new threads with a new face

Life in the scars 

Life in the creases 

Life as it should be 

Weathered and sharper than ever 

Laying back like a floating device 

Drifting in the mystic 

Movable anchors 

When you say

Things that you want to say

And believe what you feel

Deep down away from the experience

When you live aligned with what you’ve buried

And that building you built to hide in

Is burning from the riot