# Shed This Weight You write: Shed this weight, I have so many books, they're too heavy. So much advice in them. Shed this weight, but I can't shed the weight of my body, not for years. It keeps growing, there's always more. All that advice only means there's more and more of me. Shed this weight, but I can't shed the weight of my body, not for years. Shed this weight, but how? If my head were as big as the solar plexus inside me, I'd have to wear a laundry basket as a helmet. When I climb onto the Harley and you take me to the sea… Why all this fuss? Next to me, a whale is just a minnow. Shed this weight, but how? I wanna bump and grind upon the sand, Dance all night, just as wild as I can. My whole body moves to the beat, With a fire inside and sand beneath my feet. Wisdom is everywhere, but what can I do when my ears are far too good at hearing evil? Is there any advice? I don't know. It's only me… Shed this weight, but how? Maybe wearing a mask lets you stand among the applause? To be… or is that me? Maybe wearing a mask brings joy, lets you be where, without it, no one would ever let us in? Puppet theatre is for children, but maybe we're the puppets? Once I was a puppet for children, and now, who am I? A puppet or a human being? Drop this burden, but how? Now I know, I'll fall in love. Now I know, I'll fall in love. Now I know, I'll fall in love.
