I want to be crazy but I find that I am not

There is order in my bones and fire in my eyes and enough sense in my spirit to burn a million bridges

I lift up mine eyes to the hills and search them for signs of life

I dig the earth to find where my feet would take me

I tumble for hours in the dessert streets of the world to see what I'm up against

My body is right

My mind wanders but aims to please


I write letters and I write songs and I write memories until I have enough paper to

ticker-tape the universe


I laugh at myself because I know it's not enough

Do I drive you mad too?

It's okay because we are all mad here

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