“Therapy”

Ride with the wind, sharp as I’ve ever been

Writing‘s therapeutic tell the shrink there’s no need to attend

Why pretend?

Tell the truth, keep one foot forward as I leap towards the plateau

Step onto the platform, join me in my capsule

Blast off into the unknown, no such thing as perfection

Practice improves performance when you accept corrections

Hope to find the master key, while I wait I might as well recharge the battery

The mind soars, but it must give way to gravity

No hype necessary, no need to gloat when you remain focused

The game never ends even when I’m out of tokens

The game never ends even if the controller’s broken

Words fascinate me as I put them together like a puzzle

Time is very rapid have an obsession in an attempt to outhustle

Provoked the darkest regions, eclipsed for several evenings

From sunup to sundown search for the meaning or at least some reasoning

Find it and forget it, suffer from amnesia yet I have no need for paramedics

I am blessed, but I must admit I can’t take any credit