this really happened, somewhere in eastern Europe. i had a press clipping about it once but i lost it oh well
this is the story of a man of some confusion
frequently prone to heavy bouts of disillusion
was uncertain of his purpose, lack of knowledge made him nervous
on account of his weak constitution
every day he worked to find a new solution
looked high and low (but mostly low) for resolution
till one day he snapped, had his best idea by far
drove his car towards the nearest mental institution
on the journey over there, gets an epiphany
scales fall from his eyes, clearly he begins to see
but it's temporary, he learns, and his demeanour soon returns
to the chaos that surrounded him initially
never diagnosed with anything officially
he'd always just assumed his brain was wired differently
but he was different this time, more clarity, more vision
had to stop this legitimately or artificially
who's the provider? who's the consumer
who's the cancer patient living in harmony with the tumour?
who makes their mind up whose mind's made up correctly?
22 catches contest me
is this a path of least resistance or the right course?
and who's the hero riding off into the distance on his white horse?
the happy ending everyone's depending on's
determined by a blind throw of a die by a divine source
so he shifted up from third into gear four
and he targeted his bumper through the rear door
halted at the nurses' station, where they asked his motivation
he said "you tell me, that's what i'm here for"