Fly Away, Logic, Fly Away

3/10/09

Figuratively speaking, my logic’s flown away
Which is why my head doesn’t stay any longer in one place.
You see so long I had it caged, in a dark corner of my mind
Where I’d take it out now and then to get some exercise,
But on it’s leash it got restless and it kept trying to escape,
So who was I to argue if it didn’t want to stay?
I tried to reason with it at first, but it used its wits against me
(Which wasn’t very hard since without it I was unconvincing).
It told me I was wasting its natural abilities
By waving it off and not listening to anything it was saying,
And I had to agree, that when thinking logically
Logic wasn’t really all that necessary.
I had my doubts at first, of course, just like anybody would
But after long deliberation, (and thinking as rationally as I could)
I came to the conclusion, that when viewed in the presented light
Logic aught to be free, without me hindering its flight.
So I released it from its leash, and I opened up its cage
And after a mutually teary goodbye
It departed out the window, and I whispered
“Fly away, Logic, fly away.”