Allow me to deliver this living epiphany
An audible stimulant to give ya visual imagery
Dripping spit, slipping in the grip of infinity
Tripping and kicking a rhythm with driven tranquility
In the blink of an eye you catch a glimpse of ya dying
Divine living, trying to find a line to describe it
Climbing the climax but the climate was inclement
Yet the rain through my iris reminded of diamonds twinkling
Dance in the puddles, cancel my troubles today
Cuff up my pants and prance in the mud anyway
Answer the puzzles to play with the solutions
The amusement's got my hold on what's lucid
Confused with illusions
I remove intrusions; Proof the pudding ain't prophetical
My medical request is for that incredible vegetable
I'm ahead of myself bruh
In a sea of nodding dolls
Who agree to kamikaze calls
I shake my noggin, mocking yall
The free fall recalled of skydivers doing pirouettes
The decline made me realize
Why I'm not losing my spirit yet
I been tryna stay balanced but I can't
Calloused on my hands
Feel like a Daoist
Pack the chalice with a gram
I smoke less now, still more than most
I get stressed out, but they ignore the host
I had to drop the riddle sh**
So I could be more literate and literal
When I tell these people what I really meant:
I need moderation, I need God or Satan
I need three solid meals and a conversation
I need to calm my brain, but I been contemplating
Got my chin in my palm, looking constipated
At a loss of statements
I would explain what's got me off my rocker
But this sh**s just too complicated
So I'm caught in the space where my cranium curves
Creating a verse with the brainiest words
Yeah they say it's absurd
How Im blazing the herb
And I act like a rapper but I'm mainly a nerd
Yall graze on withya herd
Imma aim for the birds
Faded I'm gone, just like a rocket from earth
Yall caught in the dirt
Got the dust in your genes
Busting the seams to make us trust in ya schemes
Like some demons flicking matches
I'm a Phoenix in the ashes
Finna rise in a minute
See the scene from higher access
I stay pretty low, I got a mellow brain
I'm Van Gogh and these poems are my yellow paint
I like the taste of snow, I love the smell of rain
I hold the whole f**ing globe and still develop pain
I stay pretty low
I got a mellow brain
I'm Van Gogh and these poems are my yellow paint
-Laozi