Phineas Gage

Fear, Anger, Joy, Desire
All swim together in a chemical fire
It torches all it touches in a fit of ire
Raging uncontained like an unmanned pyre

Like poor, young Phineas who can't gauge what's going down
If there's an avenue you're gonna go to town
So frayed and torn, every thought born finds such an easy way out
Like poor, young Phineas missing part of his crown

The aperture is open as wide as it goes
The embouchure, I'm hopin', has the courage to close
The temperature is risin'; the hot air blows
The sea can't give back what the river bestows

Guardian angel in the front of my head
She filters all that goes in or out
And protects me from dangerous feelings
Like Fear, Anger, and Love



Credits
Writer(s): James Fitzner
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