This one's loads of long, like most of mine. Meh, whatever. Imprecision. He thought he'd try To circumnavigate the country By foot and eye A mile to him wasn't really a mile Half-insane and all delirious The map was incoherent as his thoughts He could see the time-worn railroad tracks Maybe if I just throw myself onto-- A ca-chink, a ca-chonk a warning in the form of Jeremiad from the east Or maybe not. Everyone was out to get him, now. Even the sky wanted revenge Even still high from the syringe Even goodbye-- And was it a question of worth or strength? Or both Or neither Or getting higher Or each And every Or just a reverie Or time Or space Or time and place? And it's taking a bit too long for him now Going across the nation, that is The unwelcoming wind Beat against his window The disconcerting sin Left him sobbing in his pillow And all he could think was God, I miss Mommy. And he's a little too old for that, he thought. And he's a little too old for that, it's true. He glanced again at the broken map And maybe he was too high to read it right but it appeared to him that it was wrong and it appeared to him that life was wrong and it appeared to him that the east was west and west was east and south was north and north was south and out his mouth came cries of pain He threw the map against the wall He thought he'd attempt To circumnavigate the country With bad eyes and a limp 'Cause a mile wasn't really a mile to him But much more than that And maybe I'm wrong Baby, am I wrong. Nonetheless his map is incorrect "You go east and then you go west." No, Map. That's the wrong way. "You smoke weed and then you have sex." No, Mom. That's the wrong way. You've landed me on The triple crossroad between Saintly, Satanly and Insanity. And a mile's not really a mile to me. Another injection So tell me again? No more questions. This map is incorrect.