This brain I wear
This heart I carry
Are, to me a wild catastrophe
If they worry you
(They may try!)
Well then, I am sorry

This heart, these visceral guts of mine
Fill me with tears, and laughter, and tears
Floating this wild, balooning mind
Not quite contained between my ears
What can I do, but ride out my time
Holding on tight, throughout the years
Except now I guess I can "get online"
And complain far and wide about my fears
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I'm afraid, yes, afraid, that this heart of mine
Won't make it, through all these wild years
To share, with our newborn mind
Something great, pleasing to Everyone's ears
All of the forces of change combined
Are focused on all of our "nows" and "heres"
A storm-tossed fleet on an ocean of time
Are we, lost child bucaneers
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No simple ocean we now ride
Merely affected by wind and tide
The warmth of the sun, its cold absence aside
We're sensitive to many tides
The Earth spins wild, orbits wide
Burned by sun and stars besides
Pitted by far-flung stones and ice
Pressed enough to melt inside
Yanked through space
At a frightening pace
By a Galaxy of modest size
In which a million suns could hide
And never be noticed by our two eyes
As we hang on for the ride of our lives

And that's nothing compared to the ways we affect each other...