A weird shambolic mess of a song about so-called real life intruding on my attempts to appreciate the miracle of existence, the wonder and improbability of life including my own, the majestic splendor of the natural world, blah blah blah

Finally got my recording setup isolated enough to where I can do irresponsible things with my vocal tracks without worrying that one of my condo neighbors will call 911.Lyrics:I know that what makes me me has been recycled a billion timesAnd I know it's only separated by a dotted lineAnd when I smell the lavender as I walk byIt should remind me that there's really no such thing as IBut it's kinda hard to believe itAs long as there's a me to perceive itYeah it's not enough to make it realI mean who else is gonna pay these billsI know that every time I breathe it's a miracleIt takes a billion little engines in tandem to keep me aliveAnd when I see a sparrow or a new green stemIt should remind me that the very same is true of themBut it'll never amaze meIt's just that work has been so crazyI feed the crows and it bothers the neighborsCan't even live without selling my laborI traded wonder for comfort and it feels like the deal was raw sometimesAnd every morning I sit on a rock and I talk to a treeReal low so no one approach and notice meDesperately clawing back what I can from every crack in the unnatural grindI hope there's still something to find