I’m up. I’m down. Life’s throwing me one way, then the pendulum swings the other. My metaphors, my similes get turned upside down and inside out. The brain starts thinking, while the heart keeps feeling. I spin. Don’t ask me to walk a straight line.
I wish I could write some linear, understandable witticism today. That ain’t gonna happen. It is what it is.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, coo coo ca choo
–The Beatles’ “I Am The Walrus”