Living with a brain
After Seeing How It All Really Is
Is like getting sober
While you live in a bar.
Your brain is the Bartender
And he's particularly pushy
About all these things he thinks you should try.
Whiskey thoughts, gin thoughts,
Sex On The Beach with a Little Umbrella thoughts.
First, you figure out
If you just close your eyes halfway
And get really quiet
And get really still
He doesn't talk at you so much.
Soon as your eyes open
He's back at it, of course.
His voice starts to seem quieter
Even when your eyes are open.
You hardly notice him anymore
Because there's just
Seeing, seeing, seeing.
Hearing, hearing, hearing.
Feeling, feeling, feeling.
Being, being, being.
One day you turn around
And see he's standing there
Smiling at you
And all the booze he was peddling
Has disappeared off the shelves
Because it was all imaginary, anyway.