Turning away from the source from which
My soul gains sustenance
Remains the greatest mistake that I
Can ever make
I've got ice in my veins and acid in my brain
And poison in my pen
And just to comprehend
It's frightening
I used to think that I was made of better stuff
With talent and qualities enough to succeed
But that didn't last
And those notions passed
And it finally hit me
I'm more like Mr Benn or Walter Mitty
Oh I'm a dreamer
Of the first water
I really ought to
Buck my ideas up
The more entropy
The less functional
The more dysfunctional I am
The more entropy
The more information
That's needed to describe me
The more information
That's needed to describe me