And I know you see a shattered man in front of you And your sympathy is well-meant But it's not what I want or I need And I'm really fine For I know my mind isn't half the mind it used to be Now and then I find that it's feeling pretty loose to me But I've been unkind to the poor old thing And it can't last forever and there's signs it won't So it's fond goodbye to neural paths I've walked for years To the cells that die in a pinkish mass between my ears To the well-told lie that I think Therefore I am what I am and I know I'm not Or at least maybe there's a synapse left to help me out Of my entropy that's a part of this bi-polar doubt That's engulfing me in a cortical mass That's beyond control and beyond belief And it's really me that I'm losing at a frightening pace But I'll wait and see if I end up in some finer place Where my memory is a shadowy thing That will slip away and leave lots of room for the now