I headed out at 3am 
Olanzapine sending its regards
from the waste paper bin
I resolved a new life mission 
To defeat the blasted cars 
Confound their wretched headlights 
and Scatter the drivers  
the photons invade my retinas
They hijack my nerves
Break up my brainwaves
I give them what they deserve Suddenly, a great notion 
You're working on their behalf 
You call yourself a doctor 
But that's not what your friends are saying
Don't act like you didn't know I would come back to this:
Science fiction, streetlights and never calming
back down again 
No matter what you or anyone else says
I'm determined this time to conquer you all 
''Oh you should have seen yourself 
Rolling and screaming across the road
Screaming Thomas Pynchon 
We were all so worried 
We hope you'll get better soon''