"Well, have a seat and we'll get this sorted. List some mental conditions, no order."
"Bi-polar disorder.."
"Schizophrenic?"
"Just walking the boarder, and every now and then locate some social disorder... What is this distorter? But I notice it so I can't be sick, so I'll slab the mortar and set that brick, I build this wall, it's getting tall, and I'm not sure on which side I'd rather fall. See, I'm a man of cryptic nature, from currency to word savvy, and several things found in between. Yes, I've got my vices, and I know you've got yours too"
"but I've also a license that tells you what I can do."
" Like, look at maps of minds, superimpose them over mine, locate similarities, and write down what you find? Now you've got your diagnosis and say that I am sick."
"But, not to worry crypto, see I've got a script that will get you feeling fit. You'll fit in with society, you see, you see life in exaggerated negative hyperbole. Everyone's a victim of their own crooked minds, and most say that the truth is hard to find."
"But my problems more accepting it, or finding facts to accredit, or wading through locked-head bullshit, so fuck! That's it! I'm out, I quit!"
"But that's no human way to live.. just walking along boarders no thicker than blade of knife, and it's cowardly and not right, to run or hide in fear of any faint sign of strife. Pull your head out of your ass and think of what you'd like to ask, and ask, because each question is a burden and I can see that you are hurting. Of few things I'm so certain, so just pull away the curtain. You and I together will illuminate the dark, move beyond opacity, or change it to a stark white light."
"Like you think you know me or know what I'd do. There's one problem here that I see, maybe I don't trust in you, to do all that you've made claim to, and I think in the end we'll find that we've defined our true."
