Banish Negative Thoughts

© pagan wanderer lu 2010

Banish Negative Thoughts

I've painted myself into a corner
bogged down by evidence based conclusions
reading of entrails
means nothing to me

Can't help but feel that some form of depression
may in fact be the only sane reaction
to a world
that's heading for an epic fail

How can I
banish negative thoughts
when everything's so unbearably awful?

Try to inhabit my animal nature
but I trip over my own cynicism
bark like a dog
walk like an egyptian

spent so long staring into the abyss
If the end days come I might not even notice
Flesh eating zombies look like friday night crowds to me

There's not a solution to every problem and there's just too much to know
Confused by the binaries? Just draw your hard line down the middle of the road
Chaos Theory and compassion fatigue become the pillars of our church
But starving children can't eat relativism
Can we not just do what works?

Even The Cacti

When life ain't a ball pool
the height limits are set by the men at a desk up a mountain
I sometimes fear I'll turn into one of them
but I'm thinking about beats when I'm supposed to be working

Like a nest full of chirping baby birds
life demands that you open a can of worms
When you're writing spreadsheets for The Man
It's hard to feel that you're part of a divine plan
Grasp the nettle, step outside
watch the christmas tree lights
it takes an input transducer to get that effect
we don't have to destroy to dissect

And I fear that I'll turn into one of them
but I'm thinking about synths when I'm supposed to be working
When I purchase pineapples
I forget to consume one in every two

I'll pay the bills but that's it
I don't want the rest of that shit
I'm not cut out for an adult life
every plant I've ever owned has died
Even the cacti...

Life should be a ball pool
the only rules are written by the people that we'll soon be replacing
If I get to 92 life will still be new
still books to get through

I watch the fireworks
what if a universe lives and dies with every roman candle?
What if a god's eye view considers me and you mere specks in a pretty explosion?

I fear that I'll turn into one of them
and I'm thinking about death when I'm supposed to be working
I never knew a straight and narrow life
could feel so messed up as this

All lyrics written by Andy Regan
©2010