there you go telling anyone who’ll listen. all the insights of your magnificent life. you lay it on so thick. someone get me a brick. has anyone told you you’re not that profound. you don’t have that much to be sharing it around. here comes another shot of wisdom. from the man who’ll save the world. i hate to break it to you. but it’s no great pearl. how do you keep your feet flat on the ground. you don’t have that much to be sharing it around. your pop psychology and calendar quotes don’t win any votes around here. so why not give the second hand advice line a rest. if you’ve got nothing to fear. if you walked away. you wouldn’t leave a trace. it’s time someone was bold enough to say it to your face. your big ideas really aren’t that profound. you don’t have that much to be sharing it around. searching for theories in altruistic institutions. academic achievement makes no contribution. it’s hard to explain how the mind works. easy to be lost in its kinks and its quirks. whatever happened to the vikings and huns. now they make furniture. and all those battles that they won. was it worth it. what good are they now. do they solve all your problems. serve all your drinks. and doesn’t that make you stop and think. if the brain is just a blank slate. does that explain getting up late. loose connections. infections. bad directions. if that’s all there is between me and the apes. i’ll put my undies on the outside and wear a cape. it's not a giant leap of faith. it’s raining fear. but there’s never any rain. the only thing i ever see washing down the drain. is promise and hope. and dog shit and pain. and that’s what worries me today. watching it crumble. seeing it fall away. no history. no-one ever stays. and all the things i love go the same way. and that’s what worries me today. big men talking tough. you know they’re all pussies. posing and flexing and looking after their own. these are the things that worry me. on my way home.