About Me
I was running through the streets of Berkeley
thinking about how time flies,
thinking how it lies,
thinking in the ways it can always surprise
and then by the deceit of my own feet and eyes,
I ran into a lady even crazier than me!
and with her face painted like a warlord she mumbled about,
got in my face and did shout,
how a place like Berkeley
can make you crazy.
At this point, all the energy drained out of me and I just simply couldn't walk away.
Since running being my only other option, I chose to stay,
not quite sure of what other craziness around Telegraph would cross my way.
And slowly succumbing, my feet stuck to the corner,
I listened to her praise the Gemini in me,
let her falsely believe in the grit I possessed from NYC,
and offered to myself a personal apology.
Asking and granting forgiveness for
what over the summer I had reclaimed and I lost,
at what I ignored and at what cost,
what I rekindled with new wounds slashed,
what I learned when our personalities clashed,
what I disowned and what I neglected,
what I indulged in, my soul changed and affected,
what insight I gained and what insight I squandered,
what frivolity I embraced and what heaviness I pondered,
what fights that I fought and what ways I gave in
what rightousness I retained and what flirtation with sin.
And so on the corner of Telegraph & Durant, trying to cling to my own sanity, I was treated to her rant,
This lady tried her hardest to sell me her wares,
and plead with me to leave Berkeley,
just asking me to care.
And I tried to listen, my heart still escaping from reality,
yet coming to grips with the summer's finality.
I just nodded and smiled,
hoping to leave her with some satisfaction,
I traded ten dollars for a cap my conditioned reaction,
and yet I understood this bizarre interaction as something more that a mere financial transaction.
'Cause a place like Berkeley
can make you crazy.
When it's time to leave you can go through withdrawal, get the shivers and shakes,
get sadly nostalgic for the bad drinks at Blake's.
Where every cause becomes a revolutionary ideal,
a town where all that is charming can lose its appeal.
Where you can become softened on the inside,
during your summer vacation,
grasping for the drug to help you reclaim some sensation.
And understanding for you life is not the Bay anymore,
it's not him, it's not there, a fact you can choose to adore or abhor,
but with this lady's words you know you can no longer ignore.
I thanked her and was off, and with my new hat on like a warlord, I ran back up the hill,
thinking about how time flies, how it lies, how it can always surprise
and wondering who of the two of us ladies was crazier still................ ps. About me... I'm crazy!
