Thanks to all who've helped me overcome some of my demons, for teaching me, for putting up with me, and any other 'preciations that didn't get speciferated. I'm voluntarily signing up for a go over yonder and live with 'em treatment deal, which might preclude my being here often as I want. So, 'pending on when my bed's ready, and how long they expect me to make it, well there we go. Otseng, you're in charge while I'm gone.
Pink Floyd: Childhood's End
You shout in your sleep
Perhaps the price is just too steep
Is your conscience at rest if once put to the test
You awake with a start to just the beating of your heart
Just one man beneath the sky
Just two ears, just two eyes
You set sail across the sea of long past thoughts and memories
Childhood's end
Your fantasies merge with harsh realities
And then as the sail is hoist
You find your eyes are growing moist
All the fears never voiced say you have to make your final choice
Who are you and who am I to say we know the reason why
Some are born
Some men die beneath one infinite sky
There'll be war, there'll be peace
But everything one day will cease
All the iron turned to rust
All the proud men turned to dust
And so all things, time will mend
So this song will end
And tell your demons to get a job. Rotten little naysayers and thieves of well-being that they are. Your tone and your reminders that it's all a bunch of hogwash without showin' the gods' there to have done it is a necessary reminder.
