I wanna know for sure
I've still got faith though
It's funny how my days go parallel to what I take in
You thought all the sponge shit was emoji nonsense?
Then tell me why we're mostly water
And the oceans cover two-thirds the planet on some Noah's Ark shit
I'm just trying to hang like Van Gogh's at auctions
But I come armed with questions
To every single function
Thank God my flows obnoxious
I thought I stole the party
Turns out I was not invited
I don't really know the bodies
Got poems on me for the life of me
I'm more willing to share than I was last year
And that feels good surprisingly
Only meeting lots of people once
I call it privacy
I like my narrators unreliable
I'd rather question everything than have answers
Don't you skip ahead and spoil the big reveal
Plot twist on plot twist
Electric eel
The tension builds
Keeping it real as this reality will
Hardly the first Person to lie to the second
Storytelling generations strung out on depressants or the five senses
Still naive enough and outside the picture enough
To be a picaro by twenty-seven or 2027
Whichever comes first I guess