I got myself Illuminated,

got sandblasted in the middle of the night,

but not a dream,

just a fleeting tickle.

I think I’m entitled,

to get myself illuminated,

this road is rocky,

this life follows.

So how the hell did I get myself illuminated,

I rarely ever know why I do what I do,

just take the step and see what happens,

but I can tell you there is no damn committee involved.

Better yet,

ask the Snow Man,

down at the end,

of Milk Street.