Priorities: how I see where I need to be concerned
But also show me what I can let go of, I've learned
No way to hold sway over what weighs on my brain
Without kicking out that Broca's area allows me to say it
I don't get caught up, so much, in trying to make the perfect decision
We're all dying, so buy in, and get busy living
Personal policy to me is to draw that line
Somewhere inside of there to keep from losing my mind
I embrace the mystery and give uncertainty a hug
It's there I can be free and grab a hold of real love
But I know how far to go, and I keep my hands to myself
A big respect for all enigmas, a neo-E Roosevelt
The more I grasp the more I find, the math of the mind
Being blissful is fine, but I prefer a deeper line
Where I can grow and decide, become knowledgeable and wise
If you looked up thesaurus in a thesaurus, what would you find?
I'm not here to explain life, like a book upon a shelf
Just want to live life, and let life rightly speak up for itself
There's no short cut Secret to help, no self-help guru as well
Listen to life tell the tale, then give it up to find yourself

All that's broken is released
Forever open, we are free
We have chosen reverie
Now we're floating in zero g

Forgive me Father, for I have so often sinned
By taking myself too seriously time and again
It’s impossible to count the myriad things I’ve misperceived
And all the weird inspirited things I’ve chosen to believe
Past lives, Sathya Sai Baba vibhuti-baptized
Thinking I’m wise by making Buddha Davis Eyes
Beneficial Q crystals, symbols of a time
But I no longer buy every thought occupying my mind
Bardo soliloquies, for monks and millipedes
Diving into wombs to resume epochal chronicles, these
Antecedent-less convictions are itches
Whose scratches are caches of matches for witches
Now equanimity is swimming within me
A divinity flood more than drops of an I.V.
An unlikely, salve for the psyche
To accept how deceived and naive I can be
Faux placebos, where did all the bees go?
Playing rope-a-dope, I’m the dope, how peaceful
Shouting gleefully: this emperor is naked
Sipping from this chalice leaves me stirred, not shaken

All that's broken is released
Forever open, we are free
We have chosen reverie
Now we're floating in zero g

In the beginning was the Word, but I wasn’t there
And turtles or sea urchins I’m surely certain would struggle learning
Differential systems of equations, yeah, my situation’s
In the same place, same place
But my prism is statistics, uncertainty is built in
So, I’m humbly seeking wisdom through ensembles of models
The chasm’s deeper than I fathomed, but I am happy floating
I’m afloat in space, in space
Cause with the mystery, I can be free,
And have with me, my accomplice and comrade that's
Got my back and has knacks where I lack and
Made our sequels into people, one’s the baddest
Combination of compassion and sarcasm
Since I met my second half, and the second has magic
A third has me laughing, now I have the path, and
I’m free, zero g's, with my eyes to the vastness
The world feels mathless, in other words, sadness
But in this half-life, I won’t lay around seething
Won’t give a bit of what isn’t his to Little Caesar
Et me, Brute? I rise, though I am bleeding
Do I just believe, or is there something I believe in?

It's time, I'm stepping over that line
I'm tired of saying I'm fine
You and I, we are primed, like the stars we'll shine
It's time, I'm letting it all align
I'm giving to get what's mine
You and I, we are primed, like the stars we'll shine