And I've hopes that somehow my Art'll pay for my tuition. I know it's not about the facts Or my intuition I wont believe all that I'm shown For I know its superstition. And you know Im not a doctor Or even a practition But heres some medicine myself perscribed To help with this condition. The dizzyness and neasuea And the most dishonest vision.. May this writing reach my soul In its keen perscision And help me make every right move Help make the right decision.
When there's so many unfathomable things we are I choke on that recognition.