| At times I'm so preoccupied running | |
| I forget paying attention to where | |
| I'm going | |
| At times I'm so busy reaching ecstacy | |
| I forget paying attention to all other needs | |
| We've all got our methods of survival | |
| These are mine | |
| Shoo away the annoying dandelion seeds | |
| Chase a katzenjammer violin up a tree | |
| Startle the birds so they take off | |
| With the entire lake in their feathers | |
| At times I'm so busy avoiding trouble | |
| I forget paying attention to what | |
| I miss out on | |
| These everchanging methods of survival | |
| I may be too deep into the darkside | |
| But I know we need to be a bit naive as well | |
| One thing though - how to regain naivete | |
| When already cynical? | |
| Have some bittersweets | |
| They're good for you | |
| Please help yourself to some bittersweets and light refreshments | |
| Paper aeroplanes crash into bottles spilling wine | |
| On flies hanging around washing their hands | |
| Maud lin flies reel all over the table when suddenly | |
| A turreen of soup tips over as the cloth woos and stretches for the sheets on the clothes line | |
| I need my escapism | |
| I'll hold on to it till | |
| I learn new methods of survival | |
| Somehow somehere sometime it will all be good |