Real?

i’m getting a little high on dreams
getting a little low on life
don’t tell me how to sort this through
i’ve got the homeless reminding me
to mind my own darn strife

i’m the bearded Baba
who sins everyday in Pashupati
i’m the wondernuts statue
that flashes before reality
toss me some real shit
got enough of my own damn lies

i stink up the Bagmati
on His birthday, i take God for a joyride
to the river Seti
i need the exotica of my own trunk for a nose
to get through this lifeless burning
don’t you dare get close
unless you wanna get in with the esoteric mourning

all’s you really got to do is get across
you see them – the living, wailing lot
watched silently by the countless carvings’ apotheoses
-
ah if only the Latter could breathe
i’d give it a try and get off a shot
yeah to find out for real
i’d give it all i’ve got

did i say it already?

i’m getting a little high on dreams
getting a little low on life
don’t tell me how to sort this through
i’ve got the homeless reminding me
to mind my own darn strife.