To days of inspiration, playing hooky, making something out of nothing The need to express, to communicate To going against the grain, going insane, going mad
To loving tension, no pension, to more than one dimension To starving for attention hating convention, hating pretension Not to mention of course hating dear old mom and dad
To riding your bike midday past the three piece suits To fruits, to no absolutes To Absolut, to choice, to the Village Voice To any passing fad