Hitchhiker

Rubber ducks on a bath towel, sucker punch and a gasp, now The only solution to holding confusion so tight is to let it all out (wow) Filled up a wagon and put a book in it, thought that I might run away for a minute Nobody noticed it, so I came home, nobody knows that I did it When honestly the prodigal's a prodigy, the progeny Of pop psychology and comedy and also Odyssey So calm because he's chemically unbalanced and he's on to the Appearances of domineering peers who pose as friends (meaning... me) I tried to be careless and carefree, but the paradox is glaringly Apparent, and to share a brief confession, it's not heresy To try to reach out, then seem to recall, you're not reaching the right direction at all So you call the whole thing off, and you fall back to the habit of standing tall (Exhibiting) all of the proper symptoms of normalcy, but again it's been some Time since you attempted talking clearly with the infamous (Yourself) It's long and meaningful pauses As you try to discern from the lawless Recesses of your memory what's going on it's the hardest part of all