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Good Vibes

© 2018 Work In Progress (Justin Cobb )

This one’s written for the scribes

I’m feeling these good rhymes

No need to hit a blunt

I’m catching myself a ride

Going to keep on rolling by

Just want to feel good vibes

Can’t help but smile

When the windows roll down

Been overworking myself

Feeling the stress fall away

Here in these summer days

Know I need a vacation

Need new sensations

While rich kids go to Cancun

I’m here making my moves

Going at my own pace

I’ve been feeling something late

Don’t want my life to waste

Time to take it up a notch

Think I want to get away

Take a breath and meditate

Yet the bank account says

Ha you’ll have to wait!

Hey now that’s alright

My opportunity will arrive

I’m here beating to my own tune

Think I need a place to rest

Got to get some things off my chest

Want to lose myself in the moment

Not sure how to show it

Just going to lay back and watch the world

With all of this untold trauma

Whirl on by me as I chill

Got to keep the world on pause

I’m still waiting for the awes

Don’t want unnecessary drama

Only decent souls to kick with

That’s all I need are good vibes

Been through so much hell in life

Reckoning with the why

I found a group of people I can

Finally be myself with

Been working too hard these couple years

Finally worth all the beers

Want to keep on feeling out the way

Hey you see her over there?

The pretty one?

Hey! Wait a minute!

Say, you got a moment?

Come dance with me if you want

This will be a great time

All I want to feel is the chill

Don’t even care about my bills

Please don’t pay me any mind

I’m just enjoying my time

Now while I’m still alive

Living for all the thrills

Alcohol’s got us dancing

You don’t know what you’re missing

The older I get the more I thrive

Feeling better than I ever did

Breaking out into this world

Carrying myself in stride

Confidence in rolling tides

I am a brave new me

Asking myself

Do I have an awful sense of time?

Or am I just learning and growing

The flower finally blooming?

Becoming the me that was meant to be?

Ready for the wild rides

Know one day I’ll shine

In the meantime though

All I need now are good vibes

The quickest way to lose a disciple

Is when you take a creative soul

Out of his natural habitat

Away from the crayons and pictures

And sit him down in a pew

To listen to sermons

About men who have long since died

Sure Jesus is great and all

But why do we tell his story

Without any engagement?

Protestant churches are empty

At least Catholics have pictures

Where one can get mesmerized

Escaping the ennui

Of dry deserts

Thirsting for ingenuity

Like the Son of God

Begging for a drink

As he hung from the Cross

For if a young creative mind

Can’t have markers or crayons

He may get lost instead

In the pictures

Preferably above the preacher’s head

So he thinks you’re present

Taking interest

When really you’re wandering

Many miles away

Encountering God

Not in Ancient Israel

But in the refuge