It’s a dangerous occupation,
Extreme tourism of the mind.
Travelling the vast wastelands
Of your own memory,
Beyond the boundaries of logic and decency,
For, as I often find,
The thin ice of reason may crack beneath your feet,
Plunging you into the icy river of regret.
Those waters never give up the dead!
If you must take that route,
Please take my advice:
Don’t travel alone,
And should you find me there,
Don’t wake me!
Ha ha, how bloody true. A nice piece of philosophy for the common man to mull over.
Enjoyed.