The Brain Tumor

1.Dad:I'm trying to tell you something 'bout my life.Maybe give me insights between black and white.The best thing you ever done for me is to help me take me life less seriously.It's only life after all.Yeah,Well,darkness has a hunger that's insatiable. John:(Is that Indigo Girls?) Dad:It's hard to hear.And I wrap my fear around me like a blanket.And I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it.I'm crawling on your shores. I went to the doctor,I went to the mountains,I looked to the children,I drank from the fountains.There's more than one answer to these questions.Pointing me in a crooked line.And the less I seek my source for some definitive,the closer I am to fine. I went to see the doctor of philosophy with a poster of Rasputin,and a beard down to his knee.He never did marry or see a B-grade movie.He graded my performance.He said he could see through me.I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind.Got my paper and I was free. 2.Mom:You never met my mother. She was tough. Quiet,but tough. The day I married your dad,she only had one piece of advise for me."Don't waste your time with the bad.Live with the good."