Sight (1991)

Your brains are going. Like a machine gun..
Determined, to enjoy yourself,
Desperately trying to speak,....
Button your lip, and listen to silence.
Jittery and bad tempered,.. Liable,....
To let fly, at anyone who comes your way...
Bitsy - and - emotional.
Those closest to you understand....
Friends are chattering away,
At high speeds,
Grasping and initiative....
Not to let the emotional worries get in the way,
To keep learning,...
To keep talking,
The break will come, although,...
Your fuse is shorter than usual,
Fight any suggestion,... That you....
Should be keeping your own company,
Your friends.....
Are full of encouragement,.... your..
Charms are bringing in admirers,..
Hiccups arise,...
When you question, what is wrong...
You, stumble, and muddle, your way through,..
Your feet do the walking,....
And your tongue, does the talking,
But,.. who does the thinking??
If life could only be about love,..
Then, you would be in seventh heaven,
No-nonsence-approach, and attitudes,..
Sets for a....
Gloriously indulgent start,
Puts you in the mood,... for
Clearing your mind, with no regrets,
Finally, you have everything to play for,
Determined to enjoy yourself.
Fun,.. frivolity... and laughter.