He’s right

He’s right

It’s as sure as the day is bright and the night is manic depressive, long, and dark

But if he’s right

If he’s right

From the sound of it, there’s an issue with my intuition

I’ve gotta do my part

But that’s a challenge

That's a challenge

With a brain on fire and habits

Tough to break, subconscious cycles, wasted effort;

Dead end down every passage

I can try it

I can try it

But beware don’t raise your hopes, I don’t tend to get stuck on tactics that I find too hard

That seem Sisyphean or daunting

Can’t expect this’ll last too long