It's a normal day in paradise, the smell of riots in the air. The angry people are swallowing their bitter pills with their mourning tea. How many sugars would you like with that tea? Keep swallowing, set me free. Finally. Out of gas in the city, out of time in the present; out of tea in Hell.
I'm a victim too, suffering a similar fate. Clogged up with consumerism, this lump in my throat: Couldn't compete, it seems like defeat but I don't care, I want out of here.. I want out of this pig-pen.
My spirit had weakened & I felt done like the dishes. Fed to the fishes.. Too far down the rabbit hole to find passage home. The anti-sweetener rally is in full effect. Nothing special, just wind & snow. It is cold out there, working to buy the things that end up owning you. I don't want your big house, your fancy car. I don't need your massive flat-screen, your $tress. No more tea, no more luxuries..
I want the sunrise, the fish fire by the lake. Lying on my back staring at the stars. Trees & love. I want that message to be heard, loud & clear like forest silence on mushrooms.
I want you to stop wanting to pay for happiness. It's free.
Riding snow, waiting for waves, carving up the tar. Taking it too far.. Grinding the curb, finding the words.. Picking up the bass, slapping it in your face.. These are a few of my favorite things..
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