They don't tell me what to do
Don't keep me awake at night
Other voices in my head share a space with me
And if there are two, then we are three
Sometimes it's not clear when I feel muffled whispers in a corner
Do you think they're real
Or something I might not know how to deal with
I've been through the itch and I want to go home
After some food's the time when I can catch my breath
I can construct a sentence and I can remember your name
It might all turn to sh*t
I won't make you any promise
I'm under a lot of pressure lately can't you see
Afternoon is best
We can sit in the garden and I can walk out the door
We like it in here
Maybe not today but tomorrow I can
Yes tomorrow would be better
Tomorrow I can
This is where I sit
I know I'm not supposed to
Sometimes I look at the sun very quick
*** Roger Keith Barrett (aka Syd)
1946 - 2006
Co-founder of Pink Floyd
Musical genius and social lunatic