Loud music blasting thought from my brain
As I pray that today it just doesn't rain
On this parade I'm for some reason attending
While my mind is unexplainably mending
I should take a pill�
But then I'd not know
The amazing thrill
Of a mind about to blow�
Hard, rough touch and stimulation please
As I quickly jump down to my callused knees
To beg the one in the bright heavens above
To keep me safe as fly, does the dove
To some faraway, distant, nonexistent land
Where she lands softly in the scratchy sand
And begins to run around as it burns her feet
But to sit would mean being chained to a seat
And that is not wanted or even needed
While she blows off every warning that's heeded
And takes off once more for some place in the sun
Knowing not what has even remotely begun
I should take a pill�
But then I'd not know
The amazing thrill
Of a mind about to blow�
For movement to stop thought processes cease
So she keeps on flapping in search of peace
But finds no quiet in the world she's been living
As she keeps moving, thinking, doing and giving
And loves every solitary minute she's alive
Attending this parade she'll somehow survive
All the chaos the magnitude of which is maddening
But to turn her back would only be saddening
So she continues this journey, eyes open wide
And refuses to stop for to stop is to hide
From the insanity they refer to as her mind
Even though to refer to her insanity is unkind
I should take a pill�
But then I'd not know
The amazing thrill
Of a mind about to blow�
So heart beating swiftly and wings flapping strong
She knows to stop travelling would only be wrong
As the sadness would engulf her tortured soul
And she'd no longer be what is considered whole
� Kathee Tschudy, May 24, 1998
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