In a mean world existing,
out of a crazy world twisting.
Awol from this place,
my body is solid on surface,
but my mind lives elsewhere,
another universe of flare.

We are what we live in,
a product of this world of sin.
Created by God with a brain,
man was given free rein.
Mind control being mental,
going awol isn't incidental.

Everything not appealing,
cleared from my minds dealing.
Blocked out trashed,
down in a plane crashed.
Rest in peace negative whatever,
positivity reins endeavor.

Awol in a mean world sad,
mentally leaving here glad.
Don't call me back home,
out in the universe I roam.
I am man but I am atom,
in the sky flying phantom.

My program is so,
in an awol mind I flow.
For all I am and all I know,
I am not here present,
I survive away absent.
Tunning in joy pleasant,
life all good recorded,
everything else aborted.

G