with a week of black rock servitude
cracking smiles leaking rude
sideswiped by a plenitude --
what the hell is happenin', dude?

never has perfection ever felt so wrong
like I broke out dancing, but it ain't my song

got no break to be alone
bass keeps shaking through my bones
and screaming from the megaphone
'till I run off to acid zone

where I find the realization that I need to write
and half a zillion others through that long loud night

but most of it is things I knew
just breaking through with one or two
it's time to GO, I'm telling you
I'm lost with learning left to do.

INTEGRATE BOTH WAYS is all I learned in the end
and you can only work through what you truly intend

but I rediscovered that way late this year
and missed a lot of opportunities, I fear
to connect and intersect, it should've been so clear
so now I guess I've lots to do now that we've come back here.