and it s been twenty something years growing up upon this planet tryin to learn the way the world turns and how i m going to manage without carrying a ton and get to bandage up the damage heart made of flesh but my head is made of granite rock i m just a man in a box except i got a couple of windows and a door that locks and a chair where i sit and collect my thoughts unless i come home and find me a the grizzly bear that didn t get no sleep now he s standing high on two feet but the forest just barren the city its the only place left populated by humans consuming til they face death all with their different beliefs on who has made them what does life mean what s the right thing and when you die are you leaving or arriving i take a breath and feel the high just from surviving i know you re asking of your life what does it all mean i know i m asking when i write what does it all mean these trees grown upon the ground just to all breathe and you re trying to name the god creating all things  shaman shaman shaman shaman