The chemical straitjacket of the shrinks who Always think they know but never do Does not fit me because they do not get me Left behind to right my mind myself In my age in an age of anxiety Falling through the cracks of society But minding higher finding a higher shelf Alone and on my own a better Remedy to free me not to fetter Not medication exploration Freeing me so I may see what I may see From the view up here surprisingly clear Up above where love is the explanation The voice of love never answers to fear Though the door is always open to the free So here I am where I want to be +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIV