I’m on a journey where things just tend to get stranger,
I have a stoic face on, from a chemical brain changer.
my emotional range has been strictly maintained
so I stare down bliss the same way I look at danger.
I’m a feather, slowly floating along through sweater weather,
whether the winds are weak or strong, I’m just gone
and the song in my mind is on a short loop, perpetual,
It’s the same time of the day, no matter when I look at the schedu-al,
Third eye’s view is laser precise, cuz all the colors of emotions are void,
I can only see in a sharp black and white, I can hear a loud silence, I can feel the noise;
each moment is vivid, from the inside out
But I’m on Saitama’s vibes all day, without a doubt. – RSM