Bell Curve Bop

Bell Curve Bop

Alarm bells ring figuratively speaking

For they’re in my head and guard against mistaking

Is she a witch or some other itch?

Whichever way the twitch it saves my rear ditch

Yet you know or suspect there’s a debit

Life teaches that we live on the bell curve and no doubt

So that which saves me is the same that can hurt

So slip up on the bell curve side and slide down into the dirt

Emotions that drive are in my reflections that praise or chide

Never ending shiny side that doesn’t allow me to hide

The gravity of this bell ebbs and flows, sometimes I’m weightless, oh how bizarre

Sometimes I’m crowded and it’s an overwhelming noisy bazaar

Yet this is my protection and has saved more than scarred

Yet desire still collides with outcomes and with regret I’m tarred

So I live with the abyss to my left and right

I trust my bedrock is in that mist; it’s called life, learn to dance the twist