The Road to Happy Valley

The road to Happy Valley

Is paved with blood, sweat, and tears
Why has it taken so many years
To figure it out

 

The road might be filled with scum

But it’s you who’s being the bum
It’s time to change lanes and speed up
Without ever looking back

Don’t pay attention to the billboards

They’re just trying to sell you something
You are not

Just look for the exit to Happy Valley

It will be hard to miss
Considering it’s so bright
How could you not see the light?

Don’t be afraid to exceed the speed limit

If you get there faster
Just beware of the fact
That they might try to slow you down

The road to Happy Valley

Is not a direct route
There will be plenty of detours
En route to this blissful destination
But once you get here
There will be a grandiose celebration.

I'm Not an Extra

I’m not an extra

I’m your leading man

I’m not a poser

People copy my poses

I don’t revolve around the sun

It revolves around me

I give it the energy to shine

And it shines upon my face

Join me in this garden of ecstasy

Never have I found a place freer

I prayed for the light

And now I’m a believer

Demons don’t possess me

I possess them

They tell me what to do

But I don’t listen

When it comes to taking direction

I forge my own path

So don’t call me an extra

Because I’m your leading man

Zentennial, Colorado

This is such a peaceful town

In this suburban sea I shall drown

This is the place where I belong

Try and prove me wrong

Here in Zentennial

I never feel down

It’s such a peaceful town

Just go ahead and drown

My Head is Super Heavy

My head is super heavy

And you can’t touch me

You can’t bring me down

Go ahead and try,

But it’s you who will crash and burn

It’s you who will fall so far

And I’m gonna be a shining star

I got no doubts no more

My head might be super heavy

But it’s only making me stronger

It’s inspiring this poetry

Don’t you see?

I get so high

Knowing you’ll fall so low.

It's Not Black & White

The world isn’t black and white

It’s gold and red

Some shall perish into a bloody red

Others will discover mounds of gold

While some are going out and making that bread

Others are sitting around collecting a dusty mold

So don’t go telling me the world is black and white

Because if you can’t see the true colors

Then you can’t see the light

Oh wait and there’s a third color too

It’s the color of the sky… blue

And it’s limited to an elite few

So the world isn’t black and white

It’s blue, gold, and red

If you can’t accept that

Then you might as well be dead.

You Think Your Life is Bland (It's Awaiting in a Spice Rack)

You think your life is bland

Imagine if you couldn’t taste

You think your life is all planned

Imagine if it was all a waste

The air is getting harder to breathe

Through this peerless haze I can no longer see

Forget about swimming in the scum filled streets

It’s all getting drowned out by the monster beats

This whole thing is just a system

And we let ourselves get controlled

Sometimes I wish they would just listen

So we could get rid of this mold

You’ve got to sculpt your own mold

So you don’t get bowled

Over by the bureaucracy that’s devising the best way

To make them the most gold

Your life is awaiting in the spice rack

That you got to dust off lying in your cluttered mind

All you’ve got to do is pull out the thyme

To find a life that will be so sublime

If I Don't Make it to 89

I can’t imagine how the world will be when I’m 89

I bet the sun won’t even shine
The world will run out of wine
And the stars will be permanently aligned

What year would that even be?
Something like 2080?
I bet the world will be too crowded to find me
The urban ocean will swallow the suburban sea
But what kind of a world would that be?

No land left, just the soulless fog
No words left, nothing more to blog
If I never make it to 89
Then that would be just fine

But wait maybe there still is hope
It’s just gonna take a lot more dope
We call it artificial inspiration
But nothing’s more real than that high sensation

So I’ll take it one day at a time
So I can find the perfect rhyme
I won’t be drowned by the future
I’ll float in the present for sure

So if I don’t make it to 89
Then that would be just fine
Because I’ll just keep flowing
With the rhythm of life
And let the sun shine