Created: February 19, 2014 | Updated: February 19, 2014
Genre : Adventure
Language : English
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Lying between the comforting sheets of my palace room prison
I can’t help but imagine a thousand different lives
A thousand different me’s
Lived through a thousand different souls
In the land of the free
I traverse it’s memorable roads, alleys, deserts and lakes
With the traveling circus
Seamlessly becoming one of the freaks
With farfetched ideas of lives more splendid than their own
All over Asia I travel alone
With qualification to mold the young minds of tomorrow
Enduring the vicious whippings of the eastern sun
In a straw hat – my only protection I teach English to the younglings
Prospering in both wealth and spiritual enlightenment
Down under, I find no other option but to dig my soft hands into the dirt of this overwhelming country – serene beauty that drives the sloth off my back and shoves ants down my throat
No Bop not my kinda nightlife, overpriced and cheap
Except the continuous presence of Dingo and Kangaroo
Aboard a cruise liner – I play Manilow, Elvis and Dino
The karaoke loves me, so do the old ladies
Back to work, accepting the role of their borrowing thief
Capturing a perfect moment in their lives
Handing it back only when I am repaid
Mimicking everyone’s pal
I play doctor on my motorcycle
Treating all the pueblo of the Latin lands
Kicking up a revolution
I gun down the oppressors
Heal the innocent
And bask in the reverence of these squalor misfortune
Dusting off another inspirational tale from the Beat king
I head out to the road
In a back alley club with buddies
I embrace Benzedrine hallucinations of God sweating over a sax
His white eyes fixed my way, blessing me and only me
Leaving the Frisco rain for Florida sun
Crying at Sundance to sleeping on the floor of Grand Central Station
Enough words to fill a collection I put down the bottle, needle and tea
And on my way out, I watch the 50’s die with rock n roll not too far behind
Concert upon concert
Naked apelike dancing in the mud
My veins coursing with the colours of the rainbow
This is the great age of true rock
The spiritual rock, the all-powerful rock and roll
For two days I worship
And on the third I watch Jimi
That black Jesus with his third arm entrancing me
I fantasize my nuclear family in the form of immigrants in black suits, Catholics and ruthless
They make deals, promises and exact favours
Confidently walking the floors of The Xanadu
I’ll take care of it, Don’t worry about it and forget about it
The cigars taste good, the wine and the woman even better
This is truly the age of excess
Adventure leads me to settle down with fame and wealth
In my luxurious house, with my magnificent life
My holy grail placed before me one midsummer’s night
The perfect Job to start the perfect life
I join the fortunate, the privileged
The greats at Rolling stone
What more could a aspiring writer ask for
We always wake up at the best part
With a wry smile, I find these dreams leave
A sweet sensation that realism will soon evaporate
I stick my hand in my pants
The only way to prolong the pleasure
A sad satisfaction
The consequences will be grimmer
But until my mind ends these bittersweet visions
I have no other way to find my kicks