I will always choose survival As every effort works to purge my soul off of god's green earth I will meet them with an eyeroll Like a child I will build a boat, I'll learn to sail Nevermind my utter lack of motor sk**s A set of stumbling sea legs It's been nice to know the ocean Only as far as I've been rowing it from home I'll walk another mile A disciple, a dupe, and I've worn holes through my brand name shoes I'll idle as entitled As my idols I will build a cabin in the woods And die by my ineptitude with earthly things I'll hunt and dig It's been nice to know the forest Only as far as I've been foraging from home d**h already listens He's got the out of print editions So all this preciousness can stop It's casting reels and skipping rocks And crowing about how many hops And talk of all the fish you caught From a long since dried up pond I will build a life I will be good I'll will away the wickedness That I've retained, ingrained, embraced, and entertained I will build a life I will be good I will will away the wickedness of existential impotence I will build a life I will be good I will will away the wickedness of existential impotence I will build a life I will be good