Vaccination Free

Got a used truck for the stuff I have to do
Pass them on the hill, with their brand new white tattoo
This mind is a ship that has not yet left
This, the kind with the resonating parts half-met
Future so dumb, leaning half-mast
Pitched upright, half-masked and half-overcast
Rhyming is a limit, half-witted fun with friends
But I’m trying to say something direct, clean transmission
So maybe I’ll never do it again
Or maybe they can have my brain to stew, in endless-options' temperatured pot
Maybe I get my freedom within confines, so I stick with this femmed-out
microtonal synth pop
Or maybe I’ll finish my wanderings vaccination-free
Just waiting for life’s lockjaw to inevitably catch up to me
Happily waiting for life’s lockjaw to inevitably catch up to me