Come On In, the Water's Fine

You bought the ticket, so let's take a ride I promise not to leave you unsatisfied You may want a life vest and/or bear spray And abandon all hope as you enter the doorway... There's the part of me that runs amok while I sleep The eccentric puppeteer with a flock of black sheep Mysteriously promoting subconscious motivations And slipping in mischievously to my daily communication There's the part of me that sullenly sulks and mopes Impossible to please and the dasher of all my hopes Nothing is ever good enough 'cause it's all so bad If I ever go to a rubber room, it's 'cause he drove me mad There's the part of me that endlessly fantasizes Always conjuring grandiose and complicated enterprises Content to ruminate and pontificate, but never actually "do" He's the one who looks fine, as long as you look askew There's the part of me that works hard and stays quiet Generally, he's the one I allow to be the pilot Busy keeping this mind field intact and nicely landscaped He's the one I always wish got a chance to have escaped There's many other parts of me vying for their turn at the helm But, for the most part, I never let them overwhelm It's as easy as herding cats or nailing jello to the wall But I must have a self-governing principle, a guiding protocol I never let any part of myself run the show always Some I can only let out on vacations and holidays And I never keep any part of myself shut out completely I just let it out ever so discreetly