That Certain Cryptic Confidence Startled schizophrenia asks "what is that?" Jaded depression asks "what does it matter?" Both of them me I agree with the latter Paranoia says it is directed at Me to see it could be a conspiracy! But paranoia does that likes to flatter Itself as the center of the universe I would get that too and yet it could be worse I think because my father was a hitman Who was these too is the thing that makes me tough Not excusing anyone of anything Unlike many not accusing anyone Just that this of all things must be just the thing Getting it early on getting along an Anomaly not looking for a strongman Kind of having my doubts about one instead Glad to lose the dad issues having had done With haunting before not wanting any more Having had my own madman having been sad Getting over a strongman having had one When the less insane are out shouting about What they are afraid of from the inside out Letting go and getting better not too bad Hearing an earful of fearful strongman stuff I find me to my mind to be strong enough Myself another madman but other than That a getting of it and a getting at It without fear that is what I am here for How somehow now as his one surviving son I get on with what it takes that makes this that "Certain cryptic confidence" as one man said This is what he meant about what went no doubt Given through the blood to the living from the dead Steven Curtis Lance