Tuesday, 8 February 2011

That's all he wrote

There’ve been good times and bad, I’ve been happy and sad
I’ve been normal and mad, both nouveau and trad

I can never be James Bond; I’m a fish in the wrong pond
So it’s getting unlikely that I’ll patch up my psyche

In my second grave I’ll spin, before I balance Yang and Yin
Thank God Jung and Freud are dead; don’t want them inside my head

But to those who’ve known my history, there’s never been a mystery
We’re all different people under this sun, it's just that I’m from another one

1 comment:

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