Come softly, stranger Step inside the light Here is home of a sort Here is nowhere else to go
Such staggering ambiguity Such all-consuming cruelty I see it all so clearly now Wide-eyed and unheeding Unaware of double-dealing I was an innocent And then I was born Wise to the lies of the womb And with a grudge for being disturbed
By Phil Roberts
Some people say I have a chip on my shoulder but I'm perfectly balanced. I have a chip on each shoulder.