Something about your father

I like Molson Golden Ale, cold or warm

wordy music and honest conversations,

doing what I must has saved me from "normality".

I like excessive things, perhaps,

that push situations

creating the changes I seek.

Speeding along in the fifth lane,

pulling society away from itself,

the weapons of time and rule

become unrecognisable faces in the night.

Sinking fear can paralyse you

your rescue is in doing your dreams.

Be excessive for your self

normality is the mortal vice.