It is raining, vision waning, I’d much rather just be tanning,

This required little planning, I’d much rather disappear.

Dusk is dawning, early morning, I’m in mourning, what’s the matter, overthinking complicated and I’d really rather sleep. 

Day anew and nothing’s changing, possibilities are raging, the realities are waging ultra-hyped and senseless wars. 

Be the peace, but don’t expect it, be the change and you elect it, 

Be the one, forget the others, make mistakes and then correct it. 

Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, didn’t give the choice to choose, 

But they got you, if you lose. 

Even if you lose a ruse. 

This is funny, always running, yes, I’m aiming for best.

Back to tanning, back to real, back to future is our past. 

Back to clear-eyed perception, start anew bullshit detection, 

Lose myself, become the action, in the hopes I will return. 

Cause it can’t just be my turn every time I crash and burn. 

I arise anew, but scattered, even hurt I’m never bothered, 

Even poor I’m always lathered with abundances of life. 

Trife to some – a prize to others, life of some – a cause for bother. 

Back to peace and love and dreaming of the world of ‘I would rather’. 

Feeling smothered, rediscovered, overpowered by my will. 

Chilling, waiting for the bill for the services unrendered, 

Fences burn, as soon as mended, planes took off, but never landed, 

Always tended to a cause, undiscovered through discourse, 

Just remember, could be worse, stay alert and pay your dues.