5 A.M. In Kyoto

30 odd something years and feeling lost
Running away abroad
And might be gone til the fall
What if I never returned at all
It's not money that makes my wheels turn
Inflicted by this addiction to living on my own terms
A slow burn if you willing to get the blade right
Steel will never become a sword without
Being burned and beaten
Keeping every sleepless night on the forge a secret
You see the bags under the eyes of the genius
Tell the tale that
Everything isn't as right as you think it
I feel it's too easy to lose me
That train ride from Tokyo to Kyoto
All for that window glimpse of Mt. Fuji
Hearing rappers and athletes say their life is a movie
I feel the same
But I would never let the cameras shoot me
Truth always reflected by the blade
Same way I've seen the truth get reflected by a belt rank
Learned to swim by drowning with black belts in the shark tank
No language barrier in jiu jitsu
Judo
Everybody speaks Water it's universal
Immersing myself in different parts of the world
Gives me new hope
At this point I'm all about chasing distance
And you too close
Each experience of a new high
Brings the new low
Lost an already non existing desire for new clothes
As long my kids
Stay upgraded
I'm facing that matrix
The way we give our energy to machines on the daily
Stressing
How many art forms
Separating me from a different direction


[You ever accidentally catch the sun rise
I don't even take the photo
It's 5am in Kyoto]



Belief can be manipulated
Only knowledge is dangerous
This something for the readers
Who used to vibe with they teachers
Couldn't tell you what page it is
Eyes low
From jumping time zones
Couldn't tell you what day it is
The message
A trial by fire
Drowning but calling it swimming lessons
A rolling stone
Whether home
Or
Some 10,000 miles away from it
Hide from another birthday
Because what does it even represent
Climbing down from the mountain
But staring at the one next to it...
With wisdom
Comes the new danger of premonition
Trying to predict the journey
Before you even begin it
The Gardner planting trees without enjoying the shade
I've said it before but now the picture has paint
Is time made of infinite days?
Still Stressing
How many art forms
Separating me from a different direction?


[You ever accidentally catch the sun rise
I don't even take the photo
It's 5am in Kyoto]