Why do we rush into the traps of the world?
I think it follows......

Even though the voice of reason screams at me
I hear it not
For I am deafened by my own jubilation
I rant and rave.
And the wizened ones reach for me.
and my dervish spins take me away
They motion for me to be still
and I close my eyes and grin into the face of the wolf
they make a nice place for me
and I run from it into bondage screaming about freedom
The voice of reason called
But I would not answer the phone