Decapitated Dandelions

Cloud 9

I wake n bake on Cloud 9
I live in a castle on a cloud
I go there to tune out the world around me
So Mondays can pass me like Wednesday Tuesdays
Donuts Coffee Hump day tacos and 42 explanations
Of why Thursdays never surpass the weekend getaway
"Curiouser and curiouser," she said to herself and questioned the dolphins about this.
So long and thanks for all the fish I guess
We sit lacksidasically and hibernate lazily over sweet mindful mushroom meditations
Unlocking the inner eye
And peaking behind the curtain
To find the truth and to feel uncertain
Theres more to this than...
Maybe there's such thing as aliens?

Fridays are behaving like beastly barbed wire sandwiches barred up wild and untamed
Anticipation it eats for breakfast
A smirk we wear on our faces like a young studd Judd Nelson
It's Hypocrisy we fathom
Like the simplicity of bacon pancakes bacon bacon pancakes!
For we never lived quite mundane
Speaking of not mundane did you see this trick I can do with my chapstick?

Too early to rise, too late to die
A worm never caught by his tardy bird is sowing his teachings into our dreams
Brunch is never out of the question
Let's rise on these golden afternoons
Late Spring Saturday beginnings always remind you of that song you heard last April in a crowded subway train
Late one night on a subway train
"Yeah, All aboard! All All aboard!
I know it feels insane-insane on a train with no love-"

You somehow found yourself lively and looking outside the winter that resides in your brain
The cold lingered like resin on our skin
Bongs unwashed and vacation put on hold
Unless we are too damned we go to Mauwi
n' Mexico or pretend to move along keep on keep on marching on
In the cold we never seem to enjoy anything
So we breathe the heavy smokey Spring Strawberry Cough into our lungs
Just as oxygen is our sustenance--

It's all Deja Vu to us
The world around us
Why do we battle complacenty yet live in sweet serindiptipty
Like we are too scared to be;
You know, to just be
But we still somehow create little meet cute blips in our timeline
To show us there is maybe more to our 4 chord top chart bop of a lifeline
The monitor screams Beeeeeeeeeeep--

So we listen to a new unheard of hipster melody to take us back in time
Before lemons were a life necessity to be inventive and avangard
Offbeat and witty
Screw making your fuckin lemonade
We drink our coffee with a gusto never seen before--this continuous frown stains our lips
While the coffee stains the mug
Crystals grow rings like a wise sequoia
Tree trunks rum with knowledge and draughts
This was purely out of procrastination
It had been a bitter season
Cuz Sundays never last with their udoubtable
intangible holiness
Our ritual revolutionary assortment of Mondays have just begun
With donuts coffee and anarchy devowered for breakfast
Looks like someone's got a sad case of the inexplicable uncurable Mondays
So let's wake n bake all our fucks away