Off The Page

I hope I never go to sleep again
And my fate is forever awake
I don't want to ever kill a day or waste time
Perpetrate another self-inflicted hate crime
But my lids close on their own accord
So I can't afford to ever get bored
Waterboarding for the tortured soul
Never still enough to download
Connections wavy, hazier than Puff Dragon
Fork in the road, cuffed to the wagon
How do I go left if I've been going right my whole life?
Thought that I was right my whole life
Gong, I was wrong, booed off the stage
Smiling 'cause my new food is chewed off the page
Let it marinate, sink into my skin
Blood to bones outside reflection of within
Can't delay the withering of your physique
Push-ups only do so much for that mystique, but is my mind weak?
Doesn't have to be
Changing my brain chemistry for those coming after me
What a path I see but not one where you can
Casually acquire the tools, no haberdashery
Actually, if you move haphazardly
You might just end up like a fool fresh out the factory
Smelling plasticy, hands full of gadgetry
And then you're stuck and can't construct a new reality
Trends bend, I'm working with an ancient foundation
Think it's outdated? Watch us integrate it
Stimulating the growth
Digging out a well and excavating my ego to let it flow
Pure, remedy for everyone who says there's no cure
The elixir makes a poor man wise
Brighten the eyes of the blind all in due time
Lost will find and the barren will conceive
And when the heat is too much the clouds of glory bring the breeze
Blessing you every second even if you don't sneeze

Wasting time, wasting time
Fools fresh out the factory
Searching for a remedy
Wasting time, wasting time
Fools fresh out the factory
Clouds of glory bring the breeze