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I swiped a phrase from a page in a book, I borrowed a lyric from a song,
Then I drew a paradoxical thought.
I tried to drop the coffee addiction, I grew my hair out long,
I flipped the bird, but did I mean it? I did not.
I read the label wryly, I layered the gibberish on too thick,
I wrote to many girls to get them off my chest,
Then I collapsed, but barely, in on myself, but now I'm sick;
We patronize the mainstream. Shame on us, but they know best.

And here's to thinking things are possible, whether or not they should be.
And here's to hoping that the efforts may be understood. We
Have this vast, remarkable tendency to let our minds run wild
But we let them shun the scientist, as they find more wonder in the mind of a child.
Enough regressing! The pressure's so depressing;
Time we start addressing the letters. Who’s confessing?

And here's to thinking that we analyze the leading crowd.
And here's to hoping that we think instead of hope out loud.

I've written sentiments I wish I hadn't, I've been too proud at times,
I have refined, rephrased, recycled, when I did not know how.
And those who've cared to listen, to understand my head through these lines,
Their efforts weren't for nothing—we both are wiser now.
Indulge an age-old hobby, like artists in the past have done.
A fine career move may be bolder than notorious disgrace.
There's no such thing as forward, just different directions for moving on.
The linear mindset thinking needs dimension. Now let's fill that space.

And here's to thinking things are possible, whether or not they should be.
And here's to hoping that the efforts may be understood. We
Have a deep, depressing capacity for our potential to be defiled.
Why are they scared of what science insists? Instead, they seek the numb touch of blind faith from a deaf child?
Enough regression! There's no threat, no aggression.
If I commit confession, can't I make an impression?

(Cheers to drinking to loosen up for diving bravely into unknowns,
Not for sinking down below our sorrows, pain, regrets, and credit loans.)

And here's to thinking that we hear applause before we've bowed.
And here's to hoping that we think instead of hope out loud.

©2015 Brian M. Weidemann

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from Buy Popular Demand, released November 27, 2015

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Brimaxian Portland, Oregon

A persistently versatile mix of guitars, keys, synth strings, and more, in the rock, acoustic, and alternative genres. Dense, poetic wordplay sung by a semi-amateur baritone. Wry wit, hot guitar licks, and the occasional augmented sixth chord.

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