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Oh, do we have work ahead of us, doc,

Highways in the heart for contemplating.

Let’s move now. I’ve got my eyes on the clock,

And these are dark roads for navigating.

We have files to open, codes to crack,

Pieces of puzzle endlessly scattered.

I’ll use strong words, you’ll be taken aback,

And all walls between us will be shattered.

I’m anxious for the remedy you’ll bring.

I’m braced to get right down to everything.

The image in the mirror is muddled.

I’ve long realized Windex won’t do the trick.

Each time I look I end up befuddled

And long to rebuild myself brick by brick.

Somewhere between the extremes I embrace

And the low, ancient hum of wilderness

Is the proper course, but it’s not a race.

In your steady hands I can conquer this.

I’m ready for truth, I know it’ll sting,

But I will ride it right down to everything.

The sun often sets on more than my day.

It’s hard to imagine a kind tomorrow.

My tongue seizes up, there’s not much to say

Except that I’m king of constant sorrow.

I’d give anything to escape these blues.

Any prescription you have I will try.

This fate is a torture I didn’t choose

And I must discover the reasons why.

If you can help me, the praises I’ll sing!

Please take me, doc, right down to everything.