"Stop writing" says one-half of my mind "Just quit it's a useless skill, just biding your time." While the other half tells me to get back on my grind Not using what you have is like the sighted walking blind I'm the head case that got thrown into chaotic box With a fox in socks, but I've got a lot of time on my hands With all these rusty old clocks, just ask Mr. Knox. He'd say I'm still off my rocker, Been a poet since skeletons started stalking, Been writing since the doors got so jammed, they stopped locking.
So judge me, we aren't seeing through the same eyes On streets where eventually it all dies I've been my own therapist, philosopher, psychologist. All I've got is the skin on my back, I gave away my clothes No one knows where this rabbit hole goes I bring shame to even hatters being this mad You'll need a lizard with a ladder to climb to the mindset I've had Welcoming all into my Wonderland.
I'd grab the devil by the horns Just to say I rode that bull Never born legends, but molded to heroes Life chisels children to men in seconds Beckoning demons, only time will tell your battle With beetles in bottles or a half-million headed hydra The sword is yours, own that fight, own the right To go out into that good night