Hurtling Mindships

As mindships hurtling through space on the tailwind of reality with only the dim haze of our five senses to guide us. As spirits forever changing with the twists and turns of the flummoxing shadows on metaphorical cavewalls. As creatures bound by semi-fixed views of the world, living in a state of near-constant surprise at the things thrown our way. As all of this we still somehow manage to get together on a friday night, drink some beers, shoot off some semi-deep observations about the world, and have fun… ain’t that grand.

Let it Go

Let it Go
Like a kid on a highway
You don’t know which way to go
You’re just lost in the faces
That you think you have to know
In the final hour
Like a cold cold shower
Nothing’s ever getting through
Just one mistake
Just a bit too late
And everything will fall on you

Cause you break and you grow
You breathe what you blow
Just get into the flow
And you let it go

You’re full of ambitions
That your big words cannot hide
You just make up the reasons
And you think you stop the tide
But forget your mind
Forget the signs
And take a look at what you got
Forget this game
Forget your blame
Cause life is but a single shot

Forgotten directions
Hide behind the things you say
One step uphill
And your seem to loose your way
But take your time
Flip that dime
And let the world just come to you
Cause your mistakes
Are not just fakes
But everything that makes you you