So every time I have a bad idea... I have this voice in my head that's egging me on.Nay it isn't John (Reference to previous schizo post in Warped World)
Its someone who's playful and a complete devil.
Go for it he says.
Every time I have an incredibly stupid idea..I feel him doing a little dance in my head.
He might as well be doing the limbo and doing tequila shots off a Las Vegas hooker draped by one of those purple frilly thingy's
The cautious side of me is clearly his nemesis.
The practical side of me his enemy.
'Think with your heart man.
Monkey around, go for it...Jump
What's the worst that could happen?
Jump and you may land badly ... and you might have a sore bum.
What's a little bruise between friends?'
He's convinced me to jump so many times...
I've been up to mischief more times than I could care to count
I've had more bad ideas than good...
I've made a mess of things and not known how to undo the damage after..
But I think I've thoroughly enjoyed all my mistakes...
I've had so much more perspective because of it.
My accomplice he never fails me...
If there's a chance that things can go wrong...he'll help me make sure that they do..
But I usually learn from all of them...
Indeedy I do :)
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