We float through the motions
Nibbling ambrosia
Always the same
Our antique devotions
Gave us agnosia
Now nothing remains
Beyond the nest
Prune the branches
Break to build
Divest from your nest
It pays to be uncomfortable
It's the only way to grow
Or be a node in the owlgorithm
Fluttering about
Without a shred
Of agency
Take a chance and
It might be worth it
If you trust the process
You don't deserve it
Throw me a curve ball
Fuck up my day
Turns out we had it all backwards
Our world's so small
Let's live a little
Turns out we had it all backwards
I'm not lost
I'll no longer
Cut the crust
Off my experience
I'm not lost
I'll no longer
Cut the crust
Off my
Experiences
There's a world in which we all believe the opposite
Of the things that we hold true
I'll no longer cut the crust off my experience
