The Ballad Of Crazy Mary Spinning through my dizzy dreams, waiting for reality, when out of the madness what do I see? Crazy Mary! and she's coming for me! I dashed to the left and I dodged to the right, I had to escape her or I knew I would die. I ran for the morning with all of my might, but the night overtook me with no refuge in sight. So I turned and I faced her to make my last stand, she came and she kissed me, took hold of my hand... I felt her cold fingers in search of a man, she tore out my heart and said "You know who I am... Your freedom is over, your bondage begun, You're not a rolling stone anymore. You've always been a loner, and your wandering days are done, but you'll never-more walk alone along the shore." I wept as I told her of my pitiful years, wasted in struggles and meaningless fears. She soaked up my story and drank up my tears, and filled me with peace and quiet. Then I begged her to kill me, and gave her my knife, said I'd rather be dead than a prisoner for life, but she laughed as she told me that I would survive, and vanished from my sight. Well, the nightmare is over, but the feeling remains, that I've traded my freedom for the weight of her chains, now I'm locked in a nut farm with my pills and my pain, with memories of her, but myself to blame... Spinning through my crazy dreams, trying not to cry or scream, when out of the madness, what do I see? Mary comes and she says to me, "Your freedom now is over, your bondage has begun, you're not the rolling stone anymore. You've always been a loner, but your wandering days are done, you know I'll always keep you warm, you're mine forevermore." Maharimi Karotlovitch, March 18, 1982