Atachment to a lovable imagination

Atachment to a lovable imagination

I'm vaguely remembering what I've done,
Thinking I should try it again
Because breathing was always fun...
But someone told me to never look back, directed me along this winding track.
I'm guessing that it's straight and narrow,
But that's only a cliche again,
I fell for one once before,
Something about cupid's arrow.
And the direction it struggled to find.
Rockets struggle to leave the sky,
And it's all a little clearer inside your mind.
Where neurones, well they're only neurones,
And chemicals pass between them like leaves in the wind.
They stretch out to your heart,
With its four chambers and separate parts.
One of yours would have done me,
Because, baby, I've already had the other three.
Open your eyes and tell me what you see.
I don't mean the landscape,
God, not even the people,
Too many initiatives I tried to resuscitate.
I'm talking Plato and Aristotle,
Or maybe I'm just speaking from an empty bottle.
But minds are hollow and some are just empty,
I've been here before, not once but twenty times. And always one too less.
I'm not asking you to get me out of this mess.
But a helping hand wouldn't go a miss...