February Midnight

Sometimes it’s nice to just let go your life

And let someone else’s words take over.

I think now I see how nice it could be

To be drunk or drugged rather than sober.

When there’s no escape from emotional rape

And the weight of the world has you kneeling,

Why pretend that your mind doesn’t bend

And your senses and soul aren’t all reeling?

Deep in the night let logic take flight,

Let your subconscious loose from his cage.

Slip out of the noose and turn it all loose –

You’ve got nothing to lose but your rage.