i fight with myself every single day

it's always a war between my flesh and my mind

between the members of my body and knowledge

they say that knowledge can't save you.

but it can keep you from doing evil, once you know too much.

it is that knowledge, that wisdom, those flurry of facts, that i use to war against my other side of my body

my fleshly, angry self which can get angry over every single minor thing.

as a great comedian once said, i may be schizophrenic, but at least i have each other.

yeah, and what a cursed, hard life this one's going to be.