Vicarious Living

There’s a fire burning in my solar plexus.

Pulling on wire and I’m stretching myself thin.

Vicarious living was never in my nature and nature grows roots inside of me.

 

Many times I have laughed in the face of responsibility.

But now my fire has gasoline.

And I’m building a lifeboat to keep my dreams from drowning.

Under logistical, problematical, sensibilities.

 

Did you ever hear, hear about solutions?

Or manifesting visions?

I release the stress that’s disguised by unsafety, just be ready for changes.

Fire planting roots, fire planting roots.

 

Did you ever hear, hear about solutions?

Or manifesting visions?

There’s resistance as you climb the mountain, but the view from the top is just seen by a few and I’m not one, no i’m not one, for

Vicarious living.