Long Walk Home

If you look just through the mist in front, it's there

It's small, but you can just see it

See what?

You can just see it through there

Just look a bit more carefully

Yeah, but it's like nothing, man

And that's 'cause you're looking out my window

Look out your own window, man

Low bang

It's gonna be a long walk home

And I'm just a stone's throw from a telephone tone

You can tell from the groan it's engaged

Throw the phone in a rage

Rip the yellow paper page like a palm

Watch me show 'em, say the lips to the mountain

To white hips smiling like a crisis before applying like this

Keep calm, let the mist take you by its blind vision

Walk slowly, don't bother with the offers to be driven

There ain't nothin' like living, stay cunning, fight systems

Keep running, write writtens, speak something, light missions

Don't sleep, but if you do then dream freaky bright thrills

Steal souls like television, listen if you will

Fill 'er up, drill it out, spill your beans like a journal

Steal the scenes, never certain with my verbal in reversal

Get immersed in your words, create verse and wake up

A long walk, a short day and no place to stay stuck

With the mind not fully made up, but up and going

In a time when a rookie gets cut, but not glowing

Open trips, go and shift, it's whatever way possible

It's gonna be a long walk home, but not optional

It's gonna be a long walk back

I never asked for directions, now I'm guessing which track

'Cause there's many and the map's like a riddle with a trap

I collapse in the quicksand, it's gripping like sap

Isolated and exhilarated, biting off a chunk of a cloud

Throw the scraps to the crowd's open mouths

As it drop, hear 'em shout, watch their doubt fade away

While old pals find the minutes in the day to conversate

As opposed to conglomerate

We operate our intellectual property

And act beyond rhetorical philosophy

Another moon, another odyssey

We clip wings, an anomaly on instinct

Hanging onto thin strings, laughing at your lip sync

Sink in thought's excess, it's a long road, I think you need a rest

Catch a breath, yells the city to the soul

But deaf ears were too cold, so fresh beers were sold cheap

To the questions unsolved and the page folds easily

The hero failed dismally, the crowd applaud decently

And I hear of no conspiracy

The advice is too rich for me delivered by clones

I reject it and keep going on the long road home

There ain't nothin' like living

Speak something, light mission