What Crazy's Like

Exploring ideas and such

There are trees growing by the river

Making more progress than me

My writing is lazy

Don't want to raise my pen

Just let it do it's thing

There's nothing else to do

No one here to love

 

So this is what crazy's like

I'd like to pour it down a drain

Help the trees grow

Wrap them up in straight jackets of bark

Give the river a new aura

Make it into a liquid aurora

Follow it down to the sea

Set myself free

That's my job anyway

 

Anyway, you asked how I've been

Sure, and artist bends reality

But we don't always lie

Down to the ocean- Let's go

Connect with a frothy god again

It's okay- just a suggestion

Just thought it would be nice

To follow the new Northern Lights

 

And London's bridge is falling down

Down

Down

Reviews

[Laura E. Aranda]

This is again
so beautiful
your choice of words is superb! I enjoyed this very much....we can all relate here
Cheers,lea

[Shapeshifter]

Your frustration with docility is only rivaled by the desire to break out, hard. I love it! Cursed is the mind of one who lives in the past. Awesome work girl;)