I’m finding it hard to get up off the ground 

You’d wonder why I stay lost to get found 

Too many things going on in my mind 

Covering my eyes to declare that I’m blind 

What will make you want to take that crucial turn 

To put out the icicles that continue to burn 

No sense is made in this place where you are 

You’ll look very close but appear very far 

It’s an endless glass from which you drink all your thoughts 

Don’t be deduced by it being labeled store-bought 

Let go of your pride, it’s a thorn in your side 

Until then it’s by It that you will have to abide 

Get cozy in your sludge and the icky-yucky mess 

Why do we keep on having to digress 

What is this anger that won’t move on through 

I want to slough on spirituality, smoke a joint and subdue 

Even when my mind’s off, I don’t feel very good 

Wishing that I won’t all whilst wishing that I could 

I’ll do myself a favor and admit it’s understood 

That there’s powerlessness underneath this old and painted hood