Can I be obsessive? Can I be impulsive?
Can I be a gladiator of my own thoughts?
Can I paint a sky of my own?
Can I swim in the ocean of that enchanted high?
Can I be and still not be at all?
Can I hunt my life and gift it to death?
Can I float, detached, over my feelings?
Can I be a winner and yet loose it all?
Can I fight all the answers themselves?
Or,
Can I keep playing with my madness?
1 comment:
Reduce the colour element in your poage...its jarring to the eye...and overshadowing your work...
And arent we all insane...toying with madness at every posible opportune intant!
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