Death is very real
And I am the American Buddha
There is no enlightenment
Only suffering ’til you don’t give a shit
Play your music on the bench
Chubby little bearded bald man
Even the Asians appear to accept you
Chased by the taxman
Massive anti-natural state
Calm your nerves with whisky
No sleep. No sleep. No sleep.
My spirit is restless
Family thinks I’m cold though I’ve lit infinite
Fires by their feet
Those I care for, and who can truly see me,
know my warmth
The ones supposed to be closest to me, have left me
The strangers understand you
Flying through the mist of the
Shingon sect toward Kiyomizu in Yamagata Village
I find my spirit family in the woods
At the top of a mountain approached only
By a scary, winding, broken mountain road
We make wishes and prayers with
3 coins
I hold my pose
And dream of a rock ’n’ roll future
But maybe, there’s a better one
Just playing guitar in a small
village or something
With a little jug of
inspiration
But more than that
Finally
Acceptance and resources
DO YOU NOT FUCKING REALIZE YOU’RE HAVING A FUCKING
VISCERAL STRESS RESPONSE
BECAUSE YOUR LIFE’S IN ACTUAL JEOPARDY!?
