The time is come
to be a little more crazy -- I've been not not sad and not not happy.
No more pussyfooting from not this to not that
or knowing too much
and caring too little
anymore -- I can't make it
as a zombie; I can't fake nothing
and get away with it;
I catch myself
crying to find myself
at last crying for all of it
and vowing yet again
and vowing yet again
to live like a live thing
though I know I'll get over it
though I know I'll get over it
all too soon.