Mexico city blues

It took goombas, booze, buddah
To get what kerouac was getting at

Once you’re there, deep in it
You’ll be surprised to find no realizations you haven’t already had

That’s the nirvana you read about
The emptiness you can’t wrap your
Head around

You feel like a dunce without it
Looks like shit from the outside
Is shit inside
Already knew it, only surprise is
No surprise at all

Doubt slips in
“do I understand or overstand”
Easier to leave it at “I don’t give a shit either way”

Once you get it, got it, emptiness abounds
Not worth having
Keep the mystery intact.