Journey

[Verse 1] I exist as an explorer Inspired from the winds enchanted, organic intent which caresses the aura of life and its winding roads My home lies within the confines between the earth and the atmosphere’s ozone A nomad on the roam I walk through the park Acknowledging tree shades, light to dark, and my mark can’t be measured by miles or kilometers My dreams I reach pinnacles of infinite heights, spiritual flights, cause’ i'm a wanderer Possessed by an infinite journey I go with the pace of my heart, my metronome is not in a hurry, life will surely lead you in the right direction My soul is the compass of my intuition combined with reflections makes up my perception I fly on the back of the sky, surfing on the thought plane A matter inspired by my ancestors lives So high, you don’t know where you are I see the goose prairie with my family Contemplating the stars on our backs This is not about where you want to be, but where you’re at And if you know that, and simply follow your own map? Reality is an effect So don’t believe everything that you hear I ponder the thought of life in other unseen atmospheres Anything out of the ordinary is considered weird I try to stay clear of them Earthlings and their peers Trying to find thoughts fountain With a backpack and a notebook, I sit on top of the olympic mountains Negative thoughts, I drown them ascending the trail Winding around the curves of rock, plotting the scale of destiny’s surface I will never fail But my purpose is passed with worthless merchants and their distracting urges I meditate to the medicinal music Produced by the choir of tropical rainforest animals Aware that I am only a student The classroom of mother nature is the only witness But life can leave you in an instant And in the forest, it’s the survival of the fittest [Verse 2] Traveling, babbling to my self Not knowing where I am going I follow the river that is showing me direction I expand over the universe and converse with heaven Hovering over gravity’s dimension Feeling freedom and justice I metamorphosize As a Native American Hijack the Santa Maria and assassinate Columbus Transcend my being back to present time Sit on the porch with my parents and converse about life in the sunshine Abort my mission for another expedition Listening to birds cipher in tree tops as I beatbox to their wisdom I stand on sacred ground that is engraved For all the fallen journey men who pave the way for the present day I stand alone with only my echo trying to act brave Deciphering graffiti hit it by the Americans who decide the adventures in K I puff on the peace pipe and watch the smoke sway Aware that one day we will all pass away But until that time I will sit at the sea side Unwind and continue to write rhymes I’ll praise the most high Without that spirit, life would have no light The guiding force that shines bright Giving travelers their navigational insight With my walking stick, I spit licks Hop over the present and watch the apocalypse erase this in the year 2006 Back to the 206 Hop on a bus to the 604 Like a show in fourth world Having them screaming for more in the front row Remain humble I transport to the Grand Canyon with an eighth of 'shrooms concealed in my jansport I report into my notebook as the remedy Conserve my energy into painting the present Remembering the memories Always remain in forward motion I hold the pen of eternity as I script to the sound of the waves formed from the ocean Swim to the pace of the harmonic embrace Tectonic plates shifting a subsonic rate in the Earth’s outer face Changes like the seasons I converse with Orca whales about existence and the reason why we fight our own kind when we all are breathing A traveler who is with the everlasting journey and I’m leaving