life’s expedition

once again, it’s 4am,

smokin marijuana till I’m lucid dreamin in my bed

in my head, I visualize the multiverse

as I spit this verse, a variant of me could be dead in a hearse

is it a blessing? is it a curse?

to be so gifted with these words

but never truly know, if you are ever heard?

no matter what, the world it turns, with no concern, of all the hate, all the pain, the names of evil men who played with war like it’s a game

the universe is unaffected, of our love and affection

the beauty of human connection

artistic freedom of expression

Interested in intellection

our perception of existence

the direction of our drive for knowledge

and the power of persistence

I know how this sounds I’m comin off nihilistic

but deep down, I’m just tryna be realistic

I’m speakin my mind

tryna find my soul on life’s expedition