Now it’s a free fall,
Now it’s a Sunset Boulevard kind
Of hard—famous is an understatement,
I am lost in contentment, I am unsettled by
Eternity, sews together in between the weather
The best storms are the ones you create—
Shadow days are past, shadow power for
The shadow coward, before the rooster screams
Naturally you will deny me—I am hidden like
The gardener, here is the eternal preparer of
My soul—like a tape it played, it was a tape
Of resurrection, since it I have been better
But still am sick with hunger, in the clouds is
This mind for up there is where it belongs—
Sanded sides of this ship I am riding, I am
Going down and its going around—learning
Sonship in the shipwrecks! I have no colors to
Show, no love to not let show, no nothing is
My empire and my scribbled scraps of aspirations—
I am a smoke screen of a dream lived on repeat—
Its Sunset Boulevard kind of hard,
The place where everyone lies to you about how
Awesome you aren’t and how famous you could
Be, city of angels, city of disappointment, city
I am chosen to be in, city I love, citified never lies—
Are you in the lights?
Are you on the Boulevard?
You created hard, where are you not?
Darkness sits in the campus, a small town
Of decisions to be made—free fall sometimes
It has to be, risk it has to be, love it has to be,
In with everything it has to be, holding nothing
Back it has to be—
God is here, Christ is near, the lights are brighter
Then you could ever imagine—
This mind can’t comprehend, O, for the end!
This earth is now, this earth is future, this earth
Isn’t going anywhere