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I love to write the tales of life
I tend to lean towards black and white
I'm living long but is it right?
I need to pray to gain insight

Tops of peaks
Mountains and valleys
If you don't feel it
I say "f*** you" gladly
Happily, readily, steadily
This my element, this is where
perceptions breed

I saw you on a ten speed
And thought about my lifes pace
I gain momentum slowly
It then becomes a tight race
I sometimes take the light rail
Because it comes with light rates
Other times I'm in space
Surfing on these light rays

Yo, and the story needs a sequel
A ending that suits it
Your mind might compute it
Make it sound accurate,
Story lines mastered quick
Predictions tend to make me sick
Put on a track and let it skip
Throw a coin and watch it flip
All of that's irrelevant

Cause I'm dodging the draft
I'm floating the current, riding a raft
Half of what I say is meaningless,
The other parts have a mass
They have a source of gravity
That sources from the melody
Rock heavenly this moment may be perfect
Totally blissful
Riding on from line to line
Giving you a fistful
Of new ideas that'll sooth the drought
Now excuse me, rains got it figured out