I was scratching at the surface
Perfecting living in my head.
So much the devil in the details.
More like the words you hadn’t said.
I am finding the escape route.
That may be here, but we don’t know.
I just know that if I follow you.
There’s nowhere for me to go.
So keep on what you’re doing.
Me? I’ll be just fine.
Meditate on that Mofu.
See you at the finish line.
