The path of the hitch hiker who doesn't give a f**k!
(yes that is the title... :P)
Once every blue moon,
he comes out of his cocoon.
the king of the magicians,
the mad little Prussian.
The stars, they embrace the lake,
the effects, they last till daybreak.
The glassy water renders shimmers,
the boats become alike the swimmers.
The Gypsys they wait,
everyone else hesitates.
Everyone thinks he is evil,
I think he is unbeliveable.
I can't see him, for I am blind,
but you don't need eyes to see kindness,
you don't need ears either to hear music devine.
I may only be just words on paper,
or a drawing come to life,
but this is magic, not dust, not vapour.
Only the people can give me life,
I'm driven by imagination, rife,
the king of the magicians he said,
or at least that's what he said,
before going back to bed.
So walk on Time with me,
shed a leaf from the worrying tree,
you, your undefined grief, and me, the terribe three,
be my friend, and I'll help you in your steed.
Put misery in a box marked unwanted,
chase after the princess,
she is in another castle, jaunted.
That is, my friend the path of the hitch-hiker who doesn't give a fuck!
He pulls the middle finger at life, he makes his own random path, he makes his own damn luck!
He is like Mario, who stops mid-jump, and says, no, I'm taking a five minute break,
Whilst I ponder what I'm doing with my life, go have a coffee, add in a chocolate flake.
Why do I got to jump when you tell me to jump?
Why do I got to sit around moaning, and chase after a hump!?
Next time the bane of my life makes his move,
I'll be there before him, ha! bitch please think of something new!
This ain't a level by Nintendo,
This is LBP style, user-made, Super Mario Bros!
This starts in one story, ends in the next,
And there's not a middle, I guess,
And in all fairness, it just ends,
on a whimsical whim, a fluttery flutter... a messy mess!