It is time.
It is time to either get busy dying or get busy really living
It is time to get dirty, to get sick, to burnout and recover, to fall in love, to have a broken heart, to fall apart and then get back up again
Time to eat a Moruga scorpion pepper without milk.
Time to get back out there, get back in there,
Time to get off the hedonic treadmill,
Time to unclimb the corporate ladder
I want to climb the ladder of my internal clock
I want to clock the ladder of my internal climb
I want to slow the hands of father time
And time the slow hands of my fatherhood