Author notes at end
I never thought I’d go crazy.
I never thought I’d watch my mind
Lose and push the daisies.
I never thought I’d see the same world
So entirely wrong.
It wasn’t really gradual
I woke up one day on the wrong axis
And I walked like a seaman
With a quickly acquired practice,
While the thread of reality crested
And broke under my sure step.
I never dreamt any brighter
In the hysteria or in the clear.
My dreams are just colored glass;
Through which I cautiously peer.
I always thought my dreams would speak
But they were always mute.
Now I’m lost in this madness
And I reach for those of my ilk
I clutch at fingers of ghosts
And blood already spilled,
Because this madness will ruin me
All too quickly.
A/N: I’m not going crazy. Well, I am because work is really WORK (all formatting intentional), but not this kind of crazy. I just had this paranoia recently come over me and it freaked me out,. Mostly because, in retrospect, I just slipped into it despite my rational tendencies. Like I had this crazy, wild idea that made no sense, but it made sense all the same. only to me. only in that manufactured reality.
Consequently, I wrote this up because I wanted to try to capture the feeling.