Past my bedtime
8:30am. It's past my bedtime. Went for a relaxing 4:45am walk through the streets of 3088. The streets I have known for half my life. The big concrete car wash. A sentimental mood. Loose prosiac flow inspired by some happy music i'm listening to... "Lucidity" by Kinobe. It goes like this:

i heard a great story once,
to get across the point that the earth really is alive.

if you were to interview a butterfly,
standing on the branch of a sequoia tree.

now, a butterfly lives for only a few days,
and a sequoia tree
can live for over a thousand years.

if you were to ask the butterfly:
do you perceive the object on which you are standing
as being alive?
the butterfly would say:
of course not, i've been here all my life
- which is all of five days -
and the tree hasn't done a thing.

well its the same problem with a human being.
if you were to ask a person,
perhaps someone that's lived for over a hundred years,
if they perceive the earth
- which is really 5 billion years old -
as being alive,
they'd say of course not.
i've been here my whole life,
& it hasn't done a thing.

the earth really is alive.
the earth really is alive.
butterfly.
butterfly.
butterfly.

butterfly,

standing on the branch
of a sequoia tree
the earth really is alive.

No, I'm not high. Just sleepy and mellow. Chillout music perfects my mood. 8:30am. Time for bed.