You can call me crazy, and shred my vanities –
But know this,
I don’t play games
Driven by products,
We with our spectacular manias
Marching in lockstep to catastrophe
Enforcing ideas of ‘right’ or ideas of ‘cool’
Fashions secular and religious become little voices in the mind
Domestication puts the little cops inside your mind
But this is idle –
Like all Jeremiads, barely noticed at the time;
Quickly slides off into unseen void
Lost in Mist 