I am a man of inconsistent means
Who believes and deceives even his dreams
I draw strength from a thought
Though the thought is naught but a lie
The truth is for what we search
Yet, hope is what we need find
When in our desperation and perspiration
The world turns dark and cold
Tis hope that shines, a light so bold
The choice is there for us to make
Wade through the pain with legs gone numb
Or clutch to our hearts the light so dear
And ignore all that is near
But I am a man of inconsistent means
Who believes and deceives even his dreams
I search without ever hoping to find
That scarce sanity within my mind
Because crazy is good and crazy is right
And crazy will carry you on through the night
For crazy it is to do what we can't
To defy the world and the consistent equation
That plots our course and proclaims our destination
For what are we really of what are we made
When the mind is a puzzle and the body a puppet
All that we are, all the choices we make
Are of inconsistency that dwell within
Those most precious begotten dreams of the mind
So I am man of inconsistent means
Who believes and deceives even his dreams
