The world is naked.
The ocean is pregnant.
Mother Earth is about to explode!
Like mushrooms shooting off their spores,
Into the depths . . .
So much more to explore.
Life is more than just never-ending chores,
Got to go live it,
Experience every moment,
Rejoice in the hope and joyousness.
Spread love is what they say.
I’m not a hippy, dread-lock, Rasta, or regular day-to-day,
Kind of guy . . .
But I still play.
So, I do more than try.
And I’ll stay,
If I have to,
I’ll get down dude,
I stay true.
Because that’s the nature of the world,
We feel all these things we do,
So separate yet together,
And the wind just blew.
Apart my top,
Atop the charts,
We are the in between and the few.
The many and the nothing.
Altogether combined and handcuffing,
The distant memories with the present . . .
The moment is naked,
And vulnerable too.
For the future we seek,
And we find what we do.
It’s reality creation,
Patriotic,
We stay true to the nation,
Even though we feel connected,
In a much larger way.
The world is naked,
And I’m here to stay.
Temporarily,
Anyway . . .
I think,
Or shouldn’t have.
I suppose,
Cuz thinking is bad.
In this day and age,
Stay free from the cage,
Court house, prison, or funeral home,
The world is naked,
Just leave me alone.
I’m stoned,
Or wish I was,
I think,
I shouldn’t have.
Don’t let it explode,
Don’t let it go . . .
I’m stoned.
I’m stoned, so I’ll leave it alone,
Until I go,
I swear to god I won’t let it blow.
It’s not the end,
For me just yet,
But the planet . . .
I’ll be gone before it I bet,
And my children might be too,
And the future?
Well it might be screwed.
The world is naked,
Let’s clothe it,
Before we don’t know what else to do.
The world is naked.
And so am I.
Vulnerable and mortal,
Let’s suppress the time at which we must die,
Cuz I love this Earth,
This planet,
We own it. Together and love it.
And because of it,
She gives rebirth.
And still I cry.
In the end,
We still just die.
Naked, and empty,
Like a baby, or a robot,
Always ready to retry.