Shake off the sack of caution, "Live your lives up, nah, love your lives up." Jump headlong and easygoing Into the concrete puddle of life Which has yet to harden. I'm tired of slow-going drip drop drink, I want some hard stuff to make you wonder If you're still disillusioned. I'd slap myself in the face But the wet pain I've tried And seen through self-inflicted tears The folly of following sorrow. Try something different, Not only in the mental playground of mind, But the physical illusion too. Drop a rock and write the ripple.