I’m not following these cool habits,
Smooth trends and fine catchy style.
I’m letting those things be
Without any real help coming from me.
You see, what I’m lighting to be
Is the real me.
A me void of all this consumption,
Distraction and greed.
It’s a long line for the starving;
I’m holding a short stick to poke,
And what’s left here of me
Is all here just for you.
If I keep pretending again,
It’ll be the end of this straw I’m sure.
And if I’m not here with truth
Then I’m not here, in truth.
