Kerosene and Fireflies

He opens both eyes early to the circuits of a purple son
Ignoring the haps occurring in the recent murky months
He’s been alerted the end of the world will surely come
But he figured not before the purpose in his work was done
Last moon bloomed like a moldy marigold
And the crickets crooned a simple tune in Dolby stereo
Yeah, fuck it right? Shit, It’s just another night
Said he’s on his 24th year of his 100th life
He gathered twigs and leaves and concocted up a diadem
Whittled the sickest slingshot to topple the leviathans
A goddess on his mind, a feast up in his gut
Got possessions to his name but he will leave them if he must
Trust no kings or peasants who don’t sing
He’d rather coalesce with the thieves blowing smoke rings
Liquor to the kisser as they wax on the wondrous
Chasing a horizon that launched a thousand other ships
Leave it, love it
Navigate with no compass
When the city racket hushes
Son’s hit with an onslaught of «what ifs»
Questioning the path, memories of past
Stop him dead up in his tracks
Like «can he get them back, got forever in his grasp?»
No way this is never gonna last
Wait… said he felt immortal for a second once
When a heavy headed reddish setting sun
Seemed to bring about the dimming inner glow in everyone
Poof! Now the proof of it is gone, bidding every hint of it goodbye
Breathing room is boxed in after the unlimited is minimized
Sip on the acidity dripping from the wishes of infinity
‘cause the fitted physical is withering
But the bits of energy are spinning free
Hmmm… let him marinate a minute quick, isn’t this polarizing?
When the riddles rip him at the middleand he sides no alliance
You see he overstands the unknown is defined by pacifications he molds in his
mind
The hopelessness oracles spoke as sublim
Taught him the words to this old lullaby
It goes all I know is I
The way that it is
The way that it ain’t
Changing with the wind in a way I can’t vocalize
It goes all I know is I
The way that it is
The way that it ain’t
All I really know is I
But I don’t even know sometimes
Ante back, keep it all crepuscular cool
Strutting like them mah fuckas lugging buckets of jewels
He adopted him an emerald glow
And accepted the clenching ephemerals
Hold on his pocket full of memorables
That’s how the kaleidoscope is twisting
Homey’s drifting on a spinning rock within the solar system
Go and get’em vs. wait and sit;
The options will certainly circulate
Depending on a person’s radius and reach of it
Deal with the many different sequences
Dropping pennies like «keep the eye upon the zenith tip.»
Climb to the pinnacle, but mind the peripheral
Tangle with the external but stay as I individual
Beg a question and his usual answer
Normally will have to do with his delusions of grandeur
The mannerisms pertain to the revolution that he’s rooting for
Rally for the a-alikes like you should do for you and yours
Through the forest camping underneath a canopy
Preparing for survival to better the pending anarchy
Planning for the mission of his madam majesty
He made a check list of all the things he needs to have or see:
Gills to give him air in case he hits the tide wall
A Helmet to protect his head in case the sky falls
Kerosene to get this place a scorching
And fireflies for beauty
‘cause without it, the former are less important