Geoff-Allen
Resident megalomaniac
Sometimes life is stranger than reality
I live in twelve separate realities at once
This sometimes makes me seem like a dunce
I have gifts for the blind and for the meek
There are many words I intend not to speak
My picture of reality evolves from one moment to the next
This can leave those around me bemused and perplexed
I cling to no particular view or perspective
I would rather spend time being reflective
Or a remote controlled robot detective
I create each of the circumstances which I am experiencing
This may sound strange but you all do the very same thing
I praise the ghosts of all my former and future selves
I find enchantment behind the boxes on the shelves
I hear all the insects as they conspire against me
As they have done for countless centuries
My thoughts have been embezzled by subatomic aliens
When they speak they sound just like Australians
People put rocks in my head
To watch them rattle
I walk down the road
To talk with the cattle
I am structured as if by chaos and pure chance
Inside my brain the electrons dance in their trance
My thoughts evolve in non-linear fashion
Living in wonder is my singular passion
My mind is a swirling, random chaotic mess
Strangely this rarely causes me undue stress
I believe that the glorious nightmares of existence
Are best experienced with minimal resistance
In the darkness I often hear voices
The distant echoes of long-forgotten choices
I sit and wait patiently for a moment of inspiration
Trusting each thought to find its own destination
My life is a self-replicating event
Growing smoothly from unstructured cosmic intent
Each day is a magical mystery tour
A smile from a stranger is often the cure
With the passage of time my opinions become fewer
Most of the ordinary diversions have lost their lure
I have learned that this reality is elastic
That no person or situation is ever truly static
At this point in history confusion and debate seem to rule
To suggest all these things I may be a fool
That's okay. No, really, that's cool
Just wait till the film gets to the next spool
Normality has become a barren and plastic landscape
Many souls naturally create their own individual escape
I am a human experimental life-form
My blood flows backwards to keep me warm
I stroll around in my long fluffy socks
Keeping all my memories in a little yellow box
Sleeping with my pockets full of tiny rocks
I'm starting to enjoy living inside this paradox
I bark like a dog and howl at the moon
I eat my sandwiches with a wooden spoon
I roll and I crawl towards understanding
I am prepared for just one more soft landing
Half an onion in a sesame seed bun
My work down here is almost done
There are many more verses on their way
But you won't be reading any of them today
I live in twelve separate realities at once
This sometimes makes me seem like a dunce
I have gifts for the blind and for the meek
There are many words I intend not to speak
My picture of reality evolves from one moment to the next
This can leave those around me bemused and perplexed
I cling to no particular view or perspective
I would rather spend time being reflective
Or a remote controlled robot detective
I create each of the circumstances which I am experiencing
This may sound strange but you all do the very same thing
I praise the ghosts of all my former and future selves
I find enchantment behind the boxes on the shelves
I hear all the insects as they conspire against me
As they have done for countless centuries
My thoughts have been embezzled by subatomic aliens
When they speak they sound just like Australians
People put rocks in my head
To watch them rattle
I walk down the road
To talk with the cattle
I am structured as if by chaos and pure chance
Inside my brain the electrons dance in their trance
My thoughts evolve in non-linear fashion
Living in wonder is my singular passion
My mind is a swirling, random chaotic mess
Strangely this rarely causes me undue stress
I believe that the glorious nightmares of existence
Are best experienced with minimal resistance
In the darkness I often hear voices
The distant echoes of long-forgotten choices
I sit and wait patiently for a moment of inspiration
Trusting each thought to find its own destination
My life is a self-replicating event
Growing smoothly from unstructured cosmic intent
Each day is a magical mystery tour
A smile from a stranger is often the cure
With the passage of time my opinions become fewer
Most of the ordinary diversions have lost their lure
I have learned that this reality is elastic
That no person or situation is ever truly static
At this point in history confusion and debate seem to rule
To suggest all these things I may be a fool
That's okay. No, really, that's cool
Just wait till the film gets to the next spool
Normality has become a barren and plastic landscape
Many souls naturally create their own individual escape
I am a human experimental life-form
My blood flows backwards to keep me warm
I stroll around in my long fluffy socks
Keeping all my memories in a little yellow box
Sleeping with my pockets full of tiny rocks
I'm starting to enjoy living inside this paradox
I bark like a dog and howl at the moon
I eat my sandwiches with a wooden spoon
I roll and I crawl towards understanding
I am prepared for just one more soft landing
Half an onion in a sesame seed bun
My work down here is almost done
There are many more verses on their way
But you won't be reading any of them today