What's it like to be
A mad man's muse?
A bad poet's fuse?
Motivation for a maniac?
And what's so special
About all this mess,
All this running around?
The fox and the hound.
The unicorn hunter.
Chasing the rainbow.
Like Don Quixote
And his dragons.
Following a dream.
And we can do this!
Is it better to get there?
And what is this where?
Destination isn't the issue.
It's the trip that matters.
That's what I've heard
From a little bluebird.
The sign says something.
I don't understand.

Wiping away years of dust,
I got something in my eye.
Everything dies...
And we do what we must.
Goodby...
It's not you that makes me cry.
I simply got something in my eye.
And after all this time...

With these new wings
I will fly beyond
this darkness  
and find new light.
Forget the tunnel.
I'm flying over
that mountain of
misery and heartache.
There, I will find
My trusty unicorn
And we will ride
rainbows and swim
in ocean moonpools.
Together we will
gaze upon the light
and bask in the
glory of truth
Forever...

It is reliant
on the victim
rather than
the self.
Leeches feeding.
A mere itch.
The vampires kiss.
It feels so safe.
"Why am I so tired?"
Deep Down
Trauma Hounds
They sniff us out.
The emotional ones.
Cooking up a meal.
A little this
and a little that.
And we're right ...
In the mix.

And still...
that dark temptation to
Fight Fire with Fire.
"You are what you eat"
The Beast eats
when we feed it.