• Fun Interrupted.
    It is fun to see
    What others claim
    Do not exist

    I revel in
    A madness that
    Claims many, releases few

    Or, so I'm told
    By the men in
    the white coats.

    But the others
    Shimmering, etherial
    They show me paths

    Paths that exist
    That others don't see
    That don't exist.

    I travel one
    As we speak
    I near it's end.

    What will I see?
    What will I have?
    Peace, at last.