student: i want to write a song that doesn’t rhyme.
instructor: fine.
student: it’s just a journal entry.
instructor: let’s hear.
student: in a way all of us are crazy. navigating life with a consciousness that one tells oneself is their own, but in fact it is a wild dog leading us this way and that way. we suffer with not seeing that what we call our own consciousness is in fact just software running a program, no different than what makes new buds emerge in spring or a cardinal click its mating call.
instructor: is that the whole thing?
student: yeah.
instructor: cool, i think you might have a hit.