This person I can no longer hide
The one I've kept secret to keep my pride.
He loves telling lies and always has allabies and acts like Dr. Jekyll but really knows he's Mr.Hyde

Open your eyes and realize
Reach your conclusion and stop with the illusion because it's you that you are foolin.

Safe sound startled
Choir chimes up and down
Away through town
No frown upon the upside crown
The lounging leathers
The Sunday blues
Snoozing on segways
And the passing allabies

We cry goodbye for the shine
Of saying hello or hi
The mood changers the mood swingers,
Now its a last goodbye

Christ or religion
Freewill or free living
Shivering with the gays and queers
Your on your own for this journey through hospital trip visits
And lessons from English teachers
What for? The man said
We all forget it one day

So you can take a journey to Brooklyn state hospital
And find Woody Guthrie or stop being a fraud
And write your own poem

I may be right I may be wrong
But you'll find them both in the Grand Canyon
At Sundown