Imagine the congas and second-hand smoke
Moods swinging, like bells ringing in your ears, whenever they feel like it. Constant change in the way your mind works, mind's always racing, with thoughts replacing each other; one after the other.
Lack of motivation, insecurity inflation, no place to be safe. But of course safety is everywhere, except when you're extremely paranoid that you're going crazy. Physical safety means nothing compared to emotional stability.
Indecisive thoughts eat each other like a parasitic worm at it's own tail, never makes sense, never get anywhere. Always in your hair, too insane to bare to look at.
But then happiness peaks, out of nowhere, joy is everywhere and the the world's in the palm of your hand. But there's such a thing as being too optimistic, your head flicks, you realize the world's as bad as you thought it was 5 minutes before you were enjoying yourself.
But it's not really all bad, it really isn't, your views just change every minute, mind constantly spinnin'. The bottom line is everything is the way the way it always has been, no matter what you think, or how many times you blink to get the great pessimism or great optimism out of your eyes.
Lack of motivation, insecurity inflation, no place to be safe. But of course safety is everywhere, except when you're extremely paranoid that you're going crazy. Physical safety means nothing compared to emotional stability.
Indecisive thoughts eat each other like a parasitic worm at it's own tail, never makes sense, never get anywhere. Always in your hair, too insane to bare to look at.
But then happiness peaks, out of nowhere, joy is everywhere and the the world's in the palm of your hand. But there's such a thing as being too optimistic, your head flicks, you realize the world's as bad as you thought it was 5 minutes before you were enjoying yourself.
But it's not really all bad, it really isn't, your views just change every minute, mind constantly spinnin'. The bottom line is everything is the way the way it always has been, no matter what you think, or how many times you blink to get the great pessimism or great optimism out of your eyes.