That is exactly what I did, perusing time to be just that.
Listening to spiritual jazz getting me higher to the one The groove of the cool diaspora Where peace flows with changes To the mind transforming reality.
Man, I tell ya as an oratory All about angst and anxiety The disassociating society The false declamatory piety The useless dietary The chaos and chirality The ending of our sanity And the ending of our mortality.
Upon this earth, this soil I hear and see The constant turmoil Of all our destinies. And then if blinded by the light That whatever brings you to me Restoring my forlorn sight To such eternal beauty amidst all this toil, I hope against all odds Lest we depart again, Do not do so because of me.
Well, guys and hip people Infused with the jive of jazz I suss out their falsities The news manipulated to suit its agenda Skewed like being on a bender Scratched upon my car fender Send the news and return it to sender Jump me off the world of insanity I want to duck, dither and skive Since your detritus gives me hives And man, I need more of that
I think , perhaps I know, I wrap myself in music When the ice cold blows To nullify the pain That gnaws and grows When all around is loss Without varnish nor gloss
Because it is too much to bear That spark snapped out Too quick, to fear, In these twilight years.