freedom, rush hour, conjestion, panic attacks

Whom the Gods Would Destroy

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
Comes the panic attack
Motion now static, there's a jam in the traffic
One more push and I'll crack.

Of whom the Gods would destroy
They first make mad like this boy.

Some kind of slave is not what I'm built for
I can't take the strain
I'll take my axe, break down every goddam door
Just to change.

Of whom the Gods would destroy
They first make mad like this boy.

Sometimes the sun breaks through the clouds
I see the future, I see the past, I see now.

A fire within, the temper is burning
I'm breaking at the seems
The end is to start all over I'm learning
To justify the means.

Of whom the Gods would destroy
They first make mad like this boy.

How long will I sleep tonight?
How long will I sleep tonight?

A beautiful daybreak, Monday morning
The dream had begun
Drove my car straight past the work place
And followed the sun.

Of whom the Gods would destroy
They first make mad like this boy.

Sometimes, you gotta do what feels right
Sometimes you gotta keep driving through the night.

© Severn Dwyer. 2015

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