CHEMICALS

I know it’s the chemicals in my brain

That compound and combine to trick my mind

And I’ve heard all the real experts explain

As well as all the rogues who cheat the blind.

I took the drugs and tried the upbeat talk

But the facts remained true just as before.

In my madness I ran and seldom walked

And never saw the wealth I failed to score.

I slipped each time I climbed a new mountain -

Either pushed down or robbed of my foothold.

Bad thoughts would spring and rise like a fountain

And now they tell me that I’m far too old.

For me good days have gone, violent crumbled,

And I edge on towards the next disgrace

Amongst the rejects who, like me, stumbled

Because they grabbed at stars in farthest space.