i took the hill with slick rick strapped to my backpack
headphones clamped beneath this hatrack
enough of that
i never was much for quiet reflection
there was this one little prayer i used to say each morning
it helped me to treat other people with more dignity
more respect
it thumped like a bass in the background as i made my rounds
there is a new thing now
i dont make the effort
yeah
i lost my faith, but i got back on the bike this morning
that has always been my meditation
the rote revolution with music and between the songs
the birds chime in
i have this new freedom to hate everybody
because i dont hate as hard anymore
they really are just robots
placed here to annoy me
i know an old sage
and his shoulders are shrinking
he is 73 and works with me
he smooths people over
i never had that gift
