Like Folklore

I lose it all
Race to the bottom like a waterfall
Way deeper down,
through the mud where nothing can
be found.

Things still appear to grow.
All the thoughts I’ve left behind.
(Unpredictable) arpeggio
I’m gonna lose my mind

Builds up like folklore
Adding drama through the backdoor
At slow pace adding flavor
that makes it possible to savor.

Savor, Savor
Flavor, Flavor.

When my mind goes deep
I get the sense it’s not part of me
But in whatever flow
I’ll be watching for the undertow

But things still appear to grow
All the thoughts I’ve left behind
(Unpredictable) arpeggio
I’m gonna lose my mind

Builds up like folklore
Adding drama through the backdoor
At slow pace adding flavor
That makes it possible to savor

Savor, Savor
Flavor, Flavor