The chemistry tells us
To run or to fight
We prepare our imbalances
To deal with what’s there
But where are the chemicals
That tell me to hide
Behind the closed curtain
Ignoring the knocking
Short punchy poetry
The chemistry tells us
To run or to fight
We prepare our imbalances
To deal with what’s there
But where are the chemicals
That tell me to hide
Behind the closed curtain
Ignoring the knocking