Stream of Consciousness in the sky

Excuse me goes Suzzie but mamma said to tell y’all that pa finally dead

In the early morning hours in this old storied bungalow of ours

We all sit in a crescent round his bed-

Even when ya know it’s comin,

It’s tough when they’re actually dead

A piece of you loves em so much you

Might just wish it was you, instead.

Excuse me mister but you’re not on the list here

And I’ll have to ask you to leave,

It could be an accident and in that event

I’ve sent word to the Powers That Be that they’ll easily believe

Excuse me sir I know shits a blur but try not to despair,

Few things, as fucked as they can be, are beyond repair.

Try and hang on with all you’ve got,

You’re alone in this game it’s true,

Best you remember if you’d since forgot

Excuse me God I have something to tell you,

I swear it’s not an excuse I’m fixin to sell you,

Only because i know better by now,

It’s a foregone conclusion that you’ll find me out somehow,

But I’d rather not miss a thing you see,

So what advice do you have for me and my so-called destiny?

Is it a calling I’m blind to? A beckoning?

Or are my days numbered and I’m waiting on my motherfuckin reckoning?

I’m a man known for patience at times,

Save for traffic of course,

And hanging my hat on vague ass signs