Of course it’s possible I’m crazy. / It’s also possible that sanity / Is what is killing us.
My dreams – strangled, my hopes – trampled / ensnared in shadows.
where sorrows were not wept
secrets were not kept-
So if you merit to parent a challenging child / Do not despair if his nature seems wild.
Oh, to build glorious bridges
How can I refuse to act / when their existence hangs / like an autumn leaf on an oak?
Their goal was clear, His Majesty must be Decaffeineated
For years the mitzvas weren’t mine.
The old haunts seem so hollow
Again the ancient compass of our trade,