Traveling Light

Fuck dude, I don't know. Yesterday I saw a shooting star? // But I was looking for like thirty minutes super hard // Using my phone, identifying constellations // Had a moment when I noticed that these kinds of observations // Only happen when positioned in a place that makes it possible // Couldn't catch a fish in a outer space that's illogical // Right? I don't know, feel like there's something there // It's like trying to get a six pack from a comfy chair // You'll never see a shooting star by looking at the ground // It was a simple revelation yet it felt profound // I think in metaphors. My windshield wiper fluid // Went empty then I realized dude if I don't do it // No one will. It's my car! I have to make shit happen // One doesn't Think and Grow Rich, you have to add the action // As you could see, I'm not that bright // Futures TBD but at least I'm travelling light