Wisdom

Intro

In the interval between the now and never,

We chase forever though we fade eventually.

If a life is measured by the depth of its endeavour,

Let every scar become a map to what we're meant to be.

Verse 1

Morning breaks, another day on command,

Concrete jungle, another shift is planned.

Chasing tomorrow while today slips away,

Selling our hours just to purchase the day.

Status, possession, ambition and pride,

Everybody's running with nowhere inside.

We're taught what to worship, we're told what to crave,

Then spend half our lives trying to purchase a grave.

So fuck all the noise, let the manufactured race,

I'll roll something green and find a slower pace.

Light up the paper, let the smoke drift high,

Let the whole damn city hurry by.

Chorus

So I light up, let the whole world fade,

Let the smoke rearrange every mess that we made.

Let the green take me where the troubled can't follow,

Yesterday's gone and there ain't no tomorrow.

The world keeps turning, let the bastards compete,

I'll sit in the sunlight with the earth beneath my feet.

While the smoke climbs slowly and the worries retreat,

For a few precious moments, life feels complete.

Verse 2

Two cartographers arguing over the coast,

Both swear their own version is worth the most.

One fills every blank with a confident claim,

The other leaves ghosts where they can't explain.

Half a map in my hand, half a map in yours,

Everybody's certain while they're locking their doors.

But the mountain won't move for the creed that you choose,

And the ocean won't bend for the truth that you use.

Conviction ain't evidence, doctrine ain't land,

Sometimes put the map down and look where you stand.

The territory waits when the arguments cease,

The world doesn't change just because we disagree.

Verse 3

A million becomes numbers when distance begins,

But every statistic has a heartbeat within.

We built vast machines that no mind understands,

Then reached for control with our inadequate hands.

Our knowledge keeps growing, our wisdom moves slow,

The further we reach, the less that we know.

So roll one more joint, let the smoke cloud the view,

Sometimes losing perspective gives perspective to you.

Bridge

No sermon, no doctrine, no answer from above,

Just smoke in the air and a little more love.

Maybe meaning isn't waiting somewhere to be found,

Maybe meaning is something we build from the ground.

Dub Breakdown

Roll it...

Light it...

Breathe it in slow...

Let it rise...

Let it go...

The map can be wrong,

The territory stays.

The world keeps turning

Through the nights and the days.

Final Chorus

So I light up, let the whole world fade,

Let the smoke rearrange every mess that we made.

I don't need perfection, I don't need control,

I just need a reason to nourish the soul.

Eudaimonia— let the rhythm redefine me,

Through the chaos and the quiet, let the better self remind me.

I don't need a perfect life,

I need a life that forms me.