The Hunt

Good times are all that I seek. Maybe even just a little peek.
Sometimes it starts, lovely and nice. usually turns into some kinda Vice.


Why so elusive is my mind right in front. I'll often get mad and call me a cunt.
It's right there, right in front. The Ego won't let it, it seeks out the Hunt.


Can't describe how I feel. I'm sure it's not real.
Floating along on a river of thoughts. Once in a while I might go'n get caught


Jake, my good friend, always around. A life long companion he comes from the ground.
Gotta let go of the judges and sounds, but they just keep spinning around and around


So is the struggle for me in my mind. Sometimes it's fun, sometimes a grind
The trick's lettin' go, enjoyin' the show. Let it all happen, just go with the flow.