Every single day

Hostels are Shit magnets
For the lost and lonely
I talk too much
But dont say enough
I keep on forgetting
To be the person
i want to be
I could be
Sympathise through trivialities
Afraid of Being cast out
Or not being liked
So i play mr nice guy
Dont really say whats on my mind
And later feel like shit
That i lied and pretended
Feel so fake i wanna disappear and die
But something keeps me alive
When i take acid
I feel like the man i wanna be
Reality gets a fresh coat of paint
Listen to Ram Dass
And it all makes sense
Write poetry to purge my demons
Why do i keep failing and forgetting
I dont have the strength
To save the world
Save the animals
Save the planet
I just want to wake up
Play on the streets
10 covers, 10 originals
Go to mcdonalds
Read in the park
Go home
Watch movies
Make dinner
Get high
Listen to music all night
And have sex with a girl i am in love with
No schedule, no clocks
No past no future
No goals no purpose no mission
Stay up late, drinking champagne
Sleep and do it all again
Make €2000 per month
Is enough
To cover my expenses
Sometimes escape into other worlds
To south american jungles
With shamans and ayhuasca retreats
To indian ashrams
To bangkok hotels
Orgies and drug binges
Go on inner business trips
Fly first class
Start religions and new countries
Write crazy novels about
all the characters i play
This constant back and forth
Between war and peace
Monk with a rifle
Not knowing who the fuck i am
The rifle or the monk
I am extremely optimistic
That i will never know
Thats all i want
Thats enough for me
Everything else is a bonus
I dont need to figure anything out
I just need to create
And destroy
Live and die
Every single day