last exit for lobotomies

in historically uncharacteristic calm and optimism
driving past the psych hospital en route to work
i had the urge to pull in

serenity ensnares and life has shown me
if you feel good, something is wrong

up airport road, that was the last exit for rehabilitation
so i continue east toward this fiery sunrise
that could birth me, consume me
or just turn into a monday

after all, my head's clear, my breath's clear 
and i'll be at my desk in five
if i tried to commit myself
they'd laugh me out the lobby