Clean

Why to think more?

I will rather just do it

Rather than fleeing

I will face it and stay clean

There are challenges everywhere 

That keeps in the race

And heaven knows, if I make them on my own

No one asked asked me to do it

And no one WILL, ever ask me to do it

It's the way that I chose 

A certain path that I own

And this path I walk alone

For the fears and joys I get are for me to cherish

In this universal kingdom of mine everything else just perish

Though I am not lonely in my world

I have got hundred homies with whom I swirl 

I say, they are inspired by my path

It's a certain thing that I have

Whether I approach a beautiful girl in town

Or take a job that makes other people howl

See, it keeps me on the edge

Rather than hanging on the ledge

And so that's what my homies feel

I say it keeps me clean

Though I dare say, I was never this clean

My happines was pricky and the world didn't raise me to the dean

It was the fear that I had 

And the confidence that I lagged

For I was in an illusion, a dream

I could never cherish my world like a super sunday brownie with whipped caramel cream

I was not alone but I was lonely

And no matter how I ate the cream

I could never feel homely

But now I love my world and my world before, for it's passed like a good awakening dream

How you can do it? I know that not

If you think you 'have' the way, you are still living the dream

How I know that? It's because I have lived the dream and I still am!

For whatever I said, was a lie

I am like a cartoonist who draws when he's high

I am not on a sage's path to happiness and I still dream

I am not clean and I am still seeking to enjoy the world like my super sunday brownie with whipped caramel cream