Poly Worlds

Wake up
Another day of my self chronicle

Two ways to get up out of bed
But neither logical

A trial of dichotomy I bottle up
So maybe I should lay and just pray for a deus ex machina

But n’adda a divine intervention
The option is mine and I question
Which I have time for and why I should spend it

I want a dime for every silent suspicion
Up in my mind intersecting
I’d live a life of the riches

And that’s the mission
We want a make a living off our love
But the calling we’re made for don’t pay the big bucks

So I roll back and forth between a life full of fun
And a tougher one to subsidize the other one

I’m either caught up in the auspices of offices
Or I’m playing ball on the sidewalk with chalk in it

The problem is
I’m growing up now
And the zygote is split

One adult, one kid
And they say I have to pick

Intellectually I want to be the bigger man
But I’ve got this visceral feeling to be a kid again

My life’s a tropical island, I gotta pay for the view
It’s like a fork in the road at a table for two

It’s the symmetry that’s splitting me
Which will be my ticket to be living free
Or can they sing a symphony

I just can’t see, can’t hear with my thoughts in a swirl
And it’s all thanks to my Poly Worlds

That used to be me
Just living for the breathing
But I looked deeper and found a useful meaning
I’m like a superhero fighting evil doers in lieu of sleeping
Or maybe that was lucid dreaming

For half my life, it’s my charisma, it’s my quirky sense of comedy
That promulgates an audience to follow me

Reverse it

In the other, it’s my confidence, my common sense and comity
That causes a proprietor to call on me

And maybe that’s the key, see
Let me be me

But my strong suit is also my worst fragility

Merge your best things
Into one being

But my magnum opus is the heel on my Achilles

Turn your hobby
Into profit

I feel I’m having Labor Pains even without the baby made

If you love it there’s no stopping
Now I’m saying grace just to feel I’m saving face

Intellectually I want to be the bigger man
But I’ve got this visceral feeling to be a kid again

My life’s a tropical island, I gotta pay for the view
It’s like a fork in the road at a table for two

It’s the symmetry that’s splitting me
Which will be my ticket to be living free
Or can they sing a symphony

I just can’t see, can’t hear with my thoughts in a swirl
And it’s all thanks to my Poly Worlds

I could hold up a doll to my ear
And get caught in a moment’s reprieve
I spend half my life horizontally here
The other half vertically lone on the street

I hate going to sleep
But I love coming home to a bed
Away I am lost in the riptide beyond
But here I’m reminded of just who I am

No matter the struggle outside
I’m guarded by walls that I’ve painted
This life is amazing
Transcending each decade that we've been acquainted
No matter how much you’ve faded

I’m cut up to be the puzzle piece nobody sees
Underneath the box with
An unnatural physique
But I'm unique
And if I can’t fit in with each of my hundred and one appendages
A hundred and one pieces I’ll be better than

Intellectually I want to be a bigger man
But viscerally I want to be a kid again

And sometimes you gotta pay for the view
Like a fork in the road at a table for two

I don’t care if i sail with a rift in the mast
All I know is this ship isn’t splitting in half

If my purpose in life is to live within Poly worlds
I think I should give it a whirl