The Owl

[Sample] The Owl wakes up and hoots at the moon [Verse 1: Gruf] It would be difficult for me to describe to you in one paragraph Why when I crack a joke most folks don't share the laugh And so silence bares its wrath Then to the overcast skies my spirit spreads its wings and flies The pins of eyes poke me Rope and choke me But I just walk away cloakin' like everything was okie dokie Pretend you're not heard [?] small bird with big wing span as I sink slow like quicksand It's not just a matter of sticking up for myself Picking up myself is easy unlike receiving the beating as I Disrupt my health mentally and spiritually Journey into my mind to see the constant battle continuing From matter over mind To mind over matter So some days I look good and some days I feel scattered But inside I see the truth On the few days my mind is clear and my body hasn't been abused Being human is complex Sometimes we pursue fantastic fiction dictated by the sublime you And me? I like a view So some days you might catch me in my roost about sixty feet up in a huge cottonwood And if I'm of to a good start I'll be hunting like and assassin piercing through the night's heart I like the dark but I also like life So the light from within burns on through the cold nights Then I hold tight And within my sight I spot goals Tense talons twist into the sinews of my soul Progress It's just my progress (It's just my progress) Day to day struggles It's how I continue [Sample] The Owl wakes up and hoots at the moon [Verse 2: Gruf] It's quite odd to me Cause' sometimes I feel helpless The fear strong raptor A predator's been captured Can't answer a single question when I get this way I'm just a breath away from clarity It's like charity drive that won't accept no pay Just let myself be buried alive when I don't get to say I'm very deprived But deprived by my own habitual lack of focus So my thoughts are formless and my form is hopeless But I know it's not so bad I'm lucky to have this bath where I can soak these rough old feathers Knowing damn better than to sit around moping Like what's the weather got to do with my negative view Just coping But it's evident too That I [?] a few of my bad habits which ones compared to grizzly bears Now I swallowed them bunny rabbits But seriously This anti-social Oddly vocal Intellectual hopeful Is not piercing opal stones with [?] getting stuck in my throat The only way to open my dome is through smoking poems So excuse me as frayed feathers float these vocal tones [Outro: Gruf] Look up, it's just the Owl It's just the Owl How you deal with the Owl Swoopin' in, it's the Owl [Sample] The Owl wakes up and hoots at the moon