Food for Thought

Don't take yourself too seriously
There are precious few things
worth hating nowadays,

And none of them are me

I was only trying to say
how things used to be

'til we grew up and
we all went our separate ways

Looking for our own paths to immortality

This is how I thought
I'd start my song

And it seems a little silly
when I think of it

But now I'm so far along
And no one really wants
to know that he's wrong

That his ears can't really hear
or he's blind a bit

Or that he's really weak
when he thinks that he is strong

Now I'm in the middle
and I just don't know

If I'll make it any further
if the words don't flow

When you live in silence
any sound is dear

But for those who don't,
take heart because the end is near

This is the ending of my song
It has made me blind and deaf and weak
but most of all

It shows you that I'm wrong
For you see it's really twice this long
And if I should die tomorrow it will carry on

-Todd Rundgren, "Chain Letter"