Resting in Columbia

Let's keep it above board

don't always have to think deep

don't have to search for every reason

except why i lose sleep.

Let's keep it honest,

I really aim for sincere

even if ironic tones slip

like typing an ellipse and then I stare.

I don't even want it,

you can have it all back

take the fame and the fortune

take the artist acting tortured

pack it up, send it back.

The hair-do smooth

the attitude cool

it doesn't fit

I can't hack.

There's no question where to go,

I'm not at a crossroad, or an impasse

I'll stay here, where I'm needed,

at my home

where my mind can rest easy,

resting in Columbia.