Music: Al Gromer Khan (“Conga Jog”) Words and Remix: Willi Brown
leaving aside all evidence
that discipline is a drag
Let’s assume that humans
all want some kind of goal
Then the question is how we get there
and, the input along the way
that changes your objective
and modulates your soul
…
Wish I could claim divine inspiration
Could unfold a tattered map
Some ragged paper catcher of my dreams
then i could point to some direction
Like I’m the master of my plan
But this is way more Random than it seems
Yeah, it’s waymore random than it seems
…
14 billion light years argue
against the limited local view
So I’m of the mind to wonder
what’s the point?
But unless I’m in depression
I’m always rolling somewhere
Even if it’s just another joint
…
I claim to be a poet
and it protects me from the game
all competitive and thrashing up the stream
I’m all “just dreams and vague directions”
(Gorka) too cool 😎 for… school
But yeah possibly less random than it seems
Oh yeah, totally, less random than it seems
…
So when your heart begins to notice
Some doubt and hesitation
Just breathe and make friends
with another change
Whether you march ahead,
or you juke and dance around
May your trip be light and always long and strange
