Do I think too much?
If you could read the journals I’ve burned
You’d surely think me mad
But I assure you I’m fully functional.
A marvelous machine beyond your dreams.
Your nightmares can’t even compare
To the two-second thoughts I have.
So I sit through an interview
With a guy without a clue.
He’s thinking about his next cheese sandwich,
I’m thinking…Why must I sell my soul?
For some digits…digits go to hell.
I’m cosmic intelligence in flesh and blood
Seriously unafraid and wild in the world.
But that doesn’t get you far….
When pieces of paper, plastic, and digits
Matter more than soul.