chaotic
echoes in my head
crowding together
grounding out my thoughts
smothering my id
running rampant in me
all the things iv heard
all iv said
the speculations the condemnations
bury m e under and avalanche of happenstance
colors of off shades shades of off colors
violins and chellows ringing in the back ground
a tyranny of sound
the yelling of my emotions
braying like a hound
running on without pause
for a period staying ahead of the madness
staying ahead of the avalanche of sound
falling down round and round,
dwelling be damned its all coming to a head
rapidly reaching a crash-endow of multi colored shadows
of who i was and who i've become
transposed on who i shall be
do you see the twisting in me
as i see it in thee
is it madness to be three
i think so but what do i know
what do you think
but wait
it doesn't matter what you think
i don t even know what i think
the connections in my mind
that allow such organization
lead into the pit and out again
i cross myself in my mind
skipping from there to here or is it here to there
or does it even mater since its all just in my mind
