Here I sit, alone in my mind
Tripping over any sanity I find
If I was to snap, I'd start with eating human rind
But for now I'll stick to the grind

And drifting away into fantasy
Because it goes by rules that are more pure, can't you see?
But we live in this realm; woe is you, woe is me
What if we all tried to drink the sea
Until we ceased to be?
Would we then be free?
No. We would be dead after sending out our individual plea

I could control my thoughts and never let them go
Or maybe I'll embrace the crazy and put on a show!!!
Will this show pass on my terror like a plague only to manifest in a reader far crazier than I, if so...
Am I just adding more fuel to some sociopathic ego?
Or do I educate the masses in some vain hope to inspire, cultivate, enrich, and sow
A new flow?
Alas, no one can know