Wb2014 - Wool See

Snowmageddon, snowpocalypse

Winter Blast

I watch as it all falls and blankets the whole floor

The city looking virgin pure (so beautiful)

Might forget somewhere, someone is doing worse than you are

So let’s go, Fourth and Burnside, right to dream too

Yeah, there’s a price on free too

I’ll describe the scene

Hard luck, it’s not just hard drugs and fiends

Mental illness and runaway teens

All walks of lost souls buckle under they demons

Outside factors, unseen forces

Call them what you will, they’re at play

In determining which of us shelter evades

This is the hand that you’re dealt, no exchanges

(Don't like it?)

Blame the dealer, blame the game

Blame yourself for sitting down at the table

But what choice did you have?

What’s free will?

We’re either pushed out the womb or surgically removed

Premature with no tools

No logic, no reason, no empathy

Just lumps of potential energy

As the brain develops, the burden reveals its girth

Until like Atlas' back, we feel this world

And some would say, to shed its weight is to fully awaken

I’m working towards that point but I’m not quite at it

If I were, I probably wouldn’t need to write this passage

If it feels good I might make it a habit

If it feels great, shit paint me an addict

I medicate but struggle with moderation

I liberate from these constructs through meditation

End of the day, I just count my blessings

Say thanks and reserve my questions

Some of which might just keep me up at night stressing

But I wouldn’t trade this life for any others, if I’m destined

For destitution I might eat those words

But if the soup kitchen’s open, I’mma eat there first

All the riches on this earth sleeping next to me in bed

And as a wise man once said, it’s all bad

Cause even if our love never dies, both of us will

Most likely not together so one of us has to deal

With that loss, it all goes back to shedding that weight

Easier said than done when God taketh his gift away

Somewhere a millionaire’s dying with a needle in his arm

And a sober homeless man is catching hypothermia

And they’re both good people, but this was just their hand dealt

So build it while you can kids then watch that snowman melt