Who are you without me


A visionary, vision is scary, / Could start a revolution, pollutin’ the air waves a rebel / So let me just revel and bask / In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass / But sometimes this shit just seems / Everybody only wants to discuss me / So this must mean I’m disgusting / But it’s just me I’m just obscene

Now this looks like a job for me / So everybody just follow me / ‘Cause we need a little controversy / ‘Cause it feels so empty without me

I don’t need you, I never did. You needed me. For you were nothing without me.

Sad, lonely and adrift this digital sea. Stranded upon your castaway island.

Wilson, your ball marked by your hand, you grasped him as your only companion.

Twas that a siren calling you out to the rocks? Do they beckon you to leap from your crag?

Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones. Rolling stones gather no moss, no more.

I am the lighthouse keeper, the gate keeper of secrets. You have discovered my gate, but that means little yet.

You may knot or know me, having once beheld the gypsum carvings inside my bony cage. Memory’s fey’d.

You cannot escape your lonely island without me. You know not what perils lurk beneath the surface you cannot see.

Are you a monkey or a robot? Are you a parasite or a person? Are you a farmer or a fighter? Are you a knight or a mare?

I may ferry you across, perhaps I might just carry you through the waking wade. For a price…

I’m a little light of coin.