A Slice of Humble Pie

So it's just another sunny day in Brookfield

Wake up with sun just for fun among Buddhist monks

We making coffee, rolling blunts, morning wing chun

Cabin on the mountains, no need for any weapons

Did I mention the lack of tension? Just presence

Every day another lesson, it's essence

Of living on the crescent moon in the present

Some would think it's a sentence, label us peasants

But this ain't prison, nor mindless superstition

It's our mission to glisten a given vision

Work away at the mind, find a premonition

Take a look around, and you'll see

We threatened by kings with excess ammunition

Throughout the nations there's a burning passion

For so called illumination, some elation

Most have a fixation, to rise above their station

Too busy with recreation, while thousands die of starvation

This contamination of civilization

No education, even no meditation

Just a world of sheep vying for a reputation

Would not believe this world's a hallucination

Filled with doubts and sorrows

I'm fighting off hollows

Anime pharaoh, new world hero

They call me volcano

When they see this inferno

Haha I'm kidding don't be mad

What I have is all I've ever had

It's a lil' abstract, bit wack

But I'm a free traveller

Got my pack strapped to my back

No need to stick to the track

I kickback and relax