Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly Call Me Ishmael
It's one of those times that I can't seem to find the words or thoughts.
These hazy eyes the perfect partner to my weary mind
It's not been a matter of days, in fact it's felt like an age,
since I last sat down or I saw a town that wasn't linked by shows
And fatigue's soon ignored as your feet hit the board,
or as the beat hits the floor, these are the moments we're living for.
The ones that constantly appease our 9-5s.
They're the ones that justify all the things that we forsake
You are not your job and you are not the clothes you wear
You are the words that leave your mouth so speak up, speak up loud
For none of us want to sit in evaluations taking notes for hours.
We're all sick and tired of waiting. Let's set sail.
