There are so many times when I march to my own drummer.
So many times when I sing my own song.
So many times when I act of my own accord,
but I’m not always that strong.
So sometimes, I take a break, and decide to reverse track.
Sometimes, I declare that it is Opposite Day
and I look at things from a different perspective
and on those days I will say:

“When in Rome, do as the morons do.
My actions will speak louder than bombs.
No picture’s ever worth too much reading.
I will not remain calm.”

This never lasts too long when I go reverse gear.
I’m usually back to myself within a week.
Although I said it was just Opposite Day,
what can I say? I’m just an Opposite Freak.
When I return, things do not seem normal.
The world seems worsened in some myriad ways.
All because I opted to switch directions
and joined the country in a chorus of say, hey heys:

“When in Rome, do as the morons do.
Good things come to those who don’t wait.
We’ll burn that bridge when we come upon it
and I am proud to hate!”

It’s so easy – as simple as A-B-C…
It’s so easy – to build a family…
If you want to disregard what you believe…
and move onto something else entirely…

“When in Rome, do as the morons do.
Time sinks when you’re having fun.
Speak of the devil, and then he disappears.
and I will jump the gun.”