Capybara Philosophy

Bossa Nova, Tropical Acoustic, ‑Heavy Rock, ‑Hard Techno

Maybe I’m a taxi, maybe just chill. A capybara floating down the lazy

March 14, 2025 at 11:29 AMv4

Lazy river, sun is high,
Life is simple, don’t ask why.
If you need a ride today,
Hop aboard, I’ll lead the way!

I’m not a beaver, not a rat,
Not a squirrel—imagine that!
I’m a capybara, calm and wide,
Floating easy with the tide.

Monkeys ride, birds take a seat,
Why walk when there’s a moving fleet?
Wings can fly, but why the fuss,
When riding me is so deluxe?

Yeah, they ride on me, ride for free,
Capybara taxi by the tree.
If you’re lost or feeling slow,
Hop on, buddy, here we go!

I’m the river’s gentle boat,
Fur so soft, but built to float.
Call me cab or call me friend,
I’m the ride that never ends.

Feathers, paws, and tiny hands,
Stacking up in moving bands.
“Let’s find shade,” the parrot cries,
But capybara never lies.

Monkey grins and taps my side,
“Drive us safe,” the leader sighed.
And I just blink and chew my grass,
This is life, so chill, so fast.

Yeah, they ride on me, ride for free,
Capybara taxi by the tree.
If you’re lost or feeling slow,
Hop on, buddy, here we go!

I’m the river’s gentle boat,
Fur so soft, but built to float.
Call me cab or call me friend,
I’m the ride that never ends.

Maybe life is just a ride,
Some are driving, some just glide.
If you’re kind and soft like me,
You’ll carry the world for free.

So here I float, beneath the sky,
No rush, no reason why.
And if you need a path to roam,
Hop on, buddy, welcome home.

Life’s a ride, we all just roam.

Copyright © Alexander Khuramshin, also known as AshRaven (@ashraventales). All rights reserved. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. Characters, names, and references belong to their respective copyright holders. This work is a creative interpretation and is intended for artistic purposes only. Lazy river, sun is high, Life is simple, don’t ask why. If you need a ride today, Hop aboard, I’ll lead the way! I’m not a beaver, not a rat, Not a squirrel—imagine that! I’m a capybara, calm and wide, Floating easy with the tide. Monkeys ride, birds take a seat, Why walk when there’s a moving fleet? Wings can fly, but why the fuss, When riding me is so deluxe? Yeah, they ride on me, ride for free, Capybara taxi by the tree. If you’re lost or feeling slow, Hop on, buddy, here we go! I’m the river’s gentle boat, Fur so soft, but built to float. Call me cab or call me friend, I’m the ride that never ends. Feathers, paws, and tiny hands, Stacking up in moving bands. “Let’s find shade,” the parrot cries, But capybara never lies. Monkey grins and taps my side, “Drive us safe,” the leader sighed. And I just blink and chew my grass, This is life, so chill, so fast. Yeah, they ride on me, ride for free, Capybara taxi by the tree. If you’re lost or feeling slow, Hop on, buddy, here we go! I’m the river’s gentle boat, Fur so soft, but built to float. Call me cab or call me friend, I’m the ride that never ends. Maybe life is just a ride, Some are driving, some just glide. If you’re kind and soft like me, You’ll carry the world for free. So here I float, beneath the sky, No rush, no reason why. And if you need a path to roam, Hop on, buddy, welcome home. Life’s a ride, we all just roam.