Who's the one trying to hold me back now?
If it isn't a cop or a boss or a friend,
it's the voice of un-reason in my head
Telling me I can't...
Telling me I shouldn't...
Telling me I won't...

Then I pull the fast one on my self-conscious
Actually doing what it told me not to do...
Suddenly it doesn't know what to do as it fades
into the unconscious matter...

Another trick I like to pull on my brain
Is to welcome the demons into my mind
And throw a keg party...
They never know what to do then
They might have a few beers and mumble
"Ummm yeah, nice party"
And leave a short time later...
They can't say I wasn't an inviting kind of guy!

Disorder is the rule and not the exception...
But if you can't have a little fun with your mind
Then what's the point of living?

written by T L Blastenbrei
(c) 1999 Screaming Notebook Publishing