Jay Alejo Writes

here i am right now, in this very moment

lemme jot some thoughts down, if i can only focus

i can’t promise you a miracle, or a magnum opus

the great work is to study, while maybe drinking potions

i’m open like the ocean, you can hear the crashing waves

experience a synchronicity, kind of like an autosave

the daemon in the cauldron is telling me “behave”

i doubled back on my tracks, just hoping i can shake it

i read the same pages over and over waiting for some action

but i guess that’s what i get for being autodidactic

the code is talking to me while i focus on the graphics

and i’m enslaved by my delusions and also by my passions

but i trust in the method to find myself a way out

the identity of nirvana and samsara, day in and day out

cultivate a bird’s eye view and navigate the layout

to avoid being eaten alive by the monsters like some takeout

cyclical existence implies no origin but periodic amplitude

so i’m fixated on originating new lyrical attitudes

until the song moves my body through life with an exactitude

such that when my elements disperse i did what i had to do

i must do what i say and hone a couple of crafts

is life a game? sure why not, let’s just go with that

the task is grinding, getting loot, and leveling my stats

linear point a to point b — it’s simple, easy math

the fact is these passions amount mostly to wack shit

pass the blunt in the circle and im asking for the last hit

refraction of the candle on the cadaver looking waxen

dear gods give me what i’m lacking i swear i pay my taxes

and i don’t really know why i’m always so glum and gloomy

i get euphoria and gnosis of divine love when im shrooming

then i stop dead in my tracks and pause before resuming

find the mark of the beast on my flesh when they untomb me

life is very long and often feels so onerous and ponderous

but i still refuse to squander it even though im wandering

find a quiet place to sit and silently i ponder it

transcendence is immanent to go within is to go beyond it