When he has nothing to do?
I'll tell you, I have too much time on my hands,
So I'm going to find out soon.
And if nothing comes of it, what will my move,
Be but to beat myself down into a pulp?
My inclination is to have something to show,
And, further more, to do it without help.
And this whole thing about not using reality,
When describing what it is I want,
Can go screw itself. How can I describe anything,
Outside the realm of what I know? I know not.
And it's alright,
Some people think in terms of flowers.
I think in terms of relations, okay?
It's my reality and all that has power.