Existential Funk

Existential Funk

I’m wrestling with the lyrics, Got to pin down my spirit
But if I concede, will anybody hear it?
It’s been 4 years since I’ve been locked up in this struggle
Well I’m further along, but in a lot more trouble
I put my mind in ink, cause it helps me to think
And I immortalize the moments when I’m teetering on the brink
With the known behind me and uncertainty ahead
I’m certain if I jump my normal life is dead
Should I take this leap? What benefits do I reap?
But if I don’t, what safety do I keep?
When I’m looking back and thinking about this chasm
Will I always be haunted by the ‘what if’ phantasms?

CHORUS:
I’m living in an existential funk
I’m taking my time to define what I want
I’m told that if I live the questions and wait
I’ll be living out the answers some distant day
I’m living in an existential . . .

Life throws you in says “sink or swim”
Everybody’s here let the party begin
We don’t know what we’re in, or what’s in us
Are you with me so far? We’ve got a lot more to discuss.
Cause time will insist that if you resist,
Trying to do it all, you’ll regret what you missed
Time is a critic whose opinion is wise
But like any criticism its opinion is biased
We see hours, days, minutes and years
We live in the fear that our deadlines are near
All that we see are money and minutes
So I’m opening my eyes to see the infinite

CHORUS
I’m living in an existential funk
I’m taking my time to define what I want
I’m told that if I live the questions and wait
I’ll be living out the answers some distant day
(repeat)I’m living in an existential funk
I’m taking my time to define what I want
I’m told that if I live the questions and wait
I’ll be living out the answers some distant day
I’m living in an existential . . .