Ask me if I’m mad, go on ask me.
Sometimes I’ll answer in the affirmative
But will mean different things by my answer.
Sometimes I’ll just mean mad
In the Navan sense of the word but
I guess you’ve got to be there at the time.
If I sat in the cave for long enough I’d be barking.
Barking with ecstasy at the full moon I couldn’t see.
Obscured by limestone and moss above my head
And the smoke from the small fire I’ve built.
Then I’ll fall asleep on my space mattress
It’s safe enough with cruise control.
It takes me into deep space and back
Which is a terrible waste of time.
But still I’d be happy,
After a long day of Barking
Knowing my work is done
Until tomorrow.
Ask me if I’m mad, go on ask me.
Sometimes I’ll answer in the negative
That’s when you’ll know I’m really mad.
That’s when I’ll be mad
In the clinical sense of the word
And you’ll think that maybe I should be locked up.
If you lock me up for long enough I’ll be laughing.
Laughing at the stupidity of thinking you could win,
Thinking you could really get inside my head
And chase all the small demons away.
Then you’ll fall asleep in a padded cell;
The one you built to keep me in
Because you’re afraid to go outside
And of all the people you thought you’d cured.
But I’d still be laughing;
After my time in your madhouse,
Knowing this day is mine
Until tomorrow.
