April 21, 2010 “damaged”; on a theme by Waters
I think the lunatics are running the asylum and they’re loose and off the path. I am not who I’m supposed to be. I need to get back on the path.
It feels like the dam has burst; I think it’s way too soon
and I’m finding there’s not enough room up on the hill.
Sometimes it feels like my head might explode with apprehensions. Now I’m on the dark side of the moon.
I heard a cloud burst…the thunder crashed in my ears.
I shouted but no one seemed to hear. The band I was playing in started playing different tunes. Maybe you’ll see me on the dark side of the moon.
Some days you just feel “Pink”.