That there can be nothing happy for the person who fears?
But were I to sit in his throne craned neck toward the sword
And spun a hundred eighty degrees making the ceiling the floor
The catbird would perch by my side upon my shoulder
And I would be in his seat looking down as beholder
This simple change of perspective rips the entire fable asunder
I now see the world not with fear but with wonder
Discard that which brings only darkness and strife
Turn your back on evil and and always choose life
For if worry and wonder are but a symbiotogram of each other
Which one's the daughter and which is the mother?
I seduced the Whore of Babylon to face and conquer shame
Suggesting wholly holy that you all do the same
You've never really learned if you've never tried and failed
You're simply a braying braggart who's yet to be unveiled
How do you justify having principles or even your own opinions?
Without experiences on which to base them you're just a societal minion
Keep in mind when you're in the catbird seat you're only a swivel away
From sitting under the Sword of Damocles for the truth works both ways
Attitude alone will save your soul from sins of your own creation
So cast off your blinders and power on your indulgent imagination
Worry and wonder though joined at the hip are fascinating juxtaposition
But you control which is on top through the power of empiricism and erudition!