Run, Rabbit run
His wheels are always spinning
Writing philosophical underpinning
For farcical lack of #winning
He blames Cowardice
For a life, never noticeably victorious
Ignoring his own arrogance and avarice
Run, Rabbit run
Runs from me, runs from you
Always thinks he’s runnin’ to something new
New sunrise
New horizon
Trying to leave his life forgotten
Run, Rabbit run
You cannot give what has already been taken
If you thought my space was yours then you have been mistaken
You can read my shitty rhymes
But you have no claim to my time
You can live your life with your dread
And the space in between the lines that you read
I won’t lie to you
The underlying sentiment was true
During our late-night conversations
Your explanations of paternalistic ideations
I saw you could nurture
I saw you having a great future
I smiled right into your eyes
My silence bordering on lies
I failed to mention
Crazy shit about apocalyptic visions
Probably insanity
Possibly subconscious vanity
I was hiding from a different reality
One that would have overtaken us eventually
You might have stayed by my side
But I couldn’t possibly invite anyone along for this ride
Like Dante’s ride through the inferno
It’s one-way ride through the whole show
I no longer see tomorrow
Yet, I know, be it madness and sorrow
Or a return of my vision
It appears this is a solo mission
So, my dear Ms. Not-To-Be
I think you can very clearly see
My exit probably didn’t matter
As I am likely madder than the Hatter
So with tongue firmly in the cheek on my face
I would like to thank you for giving me my space
The Rabbit goes where none can follow
Holes so deep that lesser men are whole swallowed
Even mid-day, out in the open,
He’ll make an exit before his name can be spoken
Through the nights traveling below the conscious
He may be peeping on the dreams of each and or all of us
He will give you no magic cake
He offers no red nor blue pill to take
Look for doors and crossroads
Avoid: gurus, masters, or magic toads
In the space between wake and sleep
Just time it right and then left you’ll creep
You can fucking trip balls
Walk in a world without walls
This is where the Rabbit goes
These are the planes that no Man knows
Where you open your mind’s eye
Where you can see the truth and the lies
Through symbols and signs you’ll know
You can learn where to be and how to go
Talk to angels and demons
Bend your mind beyond all rhyme or reason
Just remember to practice good housekeeping
Always clean up this plane between wake and sleeping
Everything that you create
Has got to be put back and straight
Else your visions can develop “mission creep”
From the clutter to your waking life they can leap
That’s when shit gets hazy
They lock your ass up and call you crazy
Doesn’t mean you’ll never be ecstatic
It’s a side-effect from feeling so fantastic
Just try keep your cool
Remember anyone can play the fool
Not everyone can understand
They just aren’t part of the plan
But, you might try running the plane with the Rabbit
Visions and trances can be a rewarding and interesting habit
For the traveler who can find it and hack it
He’s a prisoner of voices
A poor sucker with no choices
Wandering the beaches
Meditation he teaches
Left with no hope
He’s knotted up a rope
Witches and nuns
Bitches and guns
He’s planning problem eradication
Through humanocidal manifestations
These Enochian battles
Leaving all souls rattled
As the wheel turns
and the planet burns
and the kid earns…
Parabolic stripes
Of Hermetic hype
Bringing about a fiery vision
Creating his one holy mission
A prisoner of voices
A poor sucker with no choices
Go
Go ‘cause someone told you so
Go
Go ‘cause it’s what you know
Go
Go ‘cause it’s all you know
Go further
A 1,000 armed goddess dances for me
Sometimes she morphs into the Virgin Mary
Crazy shit going down as I lay on my Persian rug
My head devoid of any hallucinogen or other drug
Meditation, breathing, and perhaps even chance
I had lucked onto a method for entering a trance
For days I wrestled with an imagined reality
A blue skinned giant insisting she was a deity
Specifically the one God’s sense of compassion
I argued, logically, that she was a figment of my imagination
She fought to remove my atheistic blindness
And to try to convince me to manifest loving kindness
She told me to keep my heart light
Whatever I do it’s going to turn out right
Basically, relax and improvise.
Exactly what I would have done otherwise
So, be it divine inspiration
Or my own mad imagination
I don’t need to try anything new
Just madly love everything that I do
Did I mention the bitch was blue?
I tell you bro, the story is true…
Drive
Drive to get somewhere
Drive to get away from there
Driving to control destiny
Driving to flee responsibility
Driven by poetic madness
Driven by melancholic sadness
Drive, deliberately seeking change
Drive, looking for places strange
Driving to avoid a church
Driving on some kind of search
Driven by inebriation
Driven by apocalyptic revelation
Drive
