Traveling Monk from Mild Mold by (Yéssë)

Sitting all alone
looking passed the golden throne
I'll have to stand up this time
or I might never get back up

Now I'm trudging up the hill again
roaming up the narrow street
trying to figure out where I am

I thought I was a madman
when I declared my victory
but that was 2003
with no mention of defeat

now the people talk to me
like I might be a common theif
stealing their unused scraps of relief

I'm just starting again
climibing up to the dizzing heights
trying to extract the little warmth
from the dirty city lights

I'd follow the ways
of the blind shaman
except there were so many
sights unseen
so I take off the blindfold

from a distance
they call me back
but this is
the only path

follow me
i know nothing
but you already know
already know

got to learn
to always turn
don't follow the guide
they don't owe you their life

apoligize
and clear your eyes
don't bother no one
they are on their own

You can't be
as lost as you think
its just one road
the one you know

I failed as the traveling monk
giving in to the material funk
getting too stoned to answer
what is up.

Getting to drunk and stoned
and climbing up to the top of the world
as it turns out,
I'm just creeping out the foreign girls

swirling in the wind
trying to stay off the edge
there's no danger of falling
just stayin ten steps ahead

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