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Nervous Laughter

Jan 21, 2016
Always coming, always going,
Ever ebbing, ever flowing;
Motion constant, always changing,
Only ceaseless rearranging.
Interest rates will fall and rise.
One does sell, the other buys.
Infant cries in shrilling tones,
Echo through the ancients' bones.
Nervous laughter - on the edge of sanity.
Nervous laughter - mind is sailing off to sea.
Nervous laughter - symptom I may crazy be.
Nervous laughter - won't you listen to my plea!
Planet spinning ‘round and ‘round,
Where it stops is where we're found.
Witch or warlock, wise man, saint,
Hidden under body paint.
Mind is turning all about,
First a flood and then a drought.
Like a painted smiling face,
Undercurrent shows no trace.
Nervous laughter - echoing inside my ears.
Nervous laughter - magnifies my deepest fears.
Nervous laughter - reality is what you see.
Nervous laughter - ha ha ha, can you see me?
May I not control my mind?
Rest in tranquil corners find?
Making time for wounds to mend,
Either that or face the end.
Nervous laughter, nervous laughter...
— Thayne Whipple

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