It has a strange way about it
Enticing and frightening potential
Mis-firing and coupling in all the wrong places
Smashing yours with its own curious logic
Muddling your thoughts before it strikes
It leaves the worst stench
Sometimes you won't come clean for weeks
playing little tricks with your chemicals
Igniting primal emotions
I think it's best to wait out the storm
Let the play run full course
Before you start your first act
