Poet, Lover, Fool

Lyrics

Verse 1 (Spoken)
Here I am creating with some metaphor and rhyme
Reaching for these moments to explore a space and time
Human tissue stories cocktail a complex mind
The illusion of control's a fail when the body will unwind
Distraction is abundant, constant glitter that does shine
But please do like our posts so that we know we're doing fine

Pre-Hook
My apps are traps that taps the maps of paths right through my system
I stacks these apps into fat sacks, feel lack, and then I miss them

Verse 2 (Spoken)
That's the lab, that's the field, the music be the fifth gem
First four are the play, and the light, and the dark and the deep and the holy wisdom
My heart and blood are filled with heat, I'd swear to God I kissed them
The God I hear quote stars and stripes says this shit is not Christian

Verse 3 (Spoken)
But I write my own religion, a religion that's unwritten,
I'm making new decisions, I'm filled with a new mission,
I'm tapped into a vision, I'm out on a new limb then,
Making a new incision, reducing the cost of division
What is this new nutrition? What is this I've been missin'?

Outro (Spoken)
I'm more of a poet, a lover, a fool. I'm less of mathematician.

Interpretation

Integration arc. The speaker surveys modern distraction, performative validation, and false control, then reframes creation as a fifth element—music as a living field that metabolizes play, polarity, depth, and wisdom. Authority shifts from inherited doctrine to lived practice; division is cut by choosing synthesis over certainty. The closing identity triad—poet, lover, fool—rejects optimization in favor of presence, intimacy, and risk. Emotional vector: awareness → critique → reorientation → acceptance.