Team Cray Cray
I don’t know why
I do
The things
that I do…
An age old question
I should be
tired
Of having
to
reuse…
Now,
I’ve been told
That
I lack
common sense
&
May have a
few/couple,
screws loose…
I don’t want to believe
But after so long
Of using
The same
old
excuse….
I’ve come
to the
conclusion
That I really know not
The things
that I
do….
Surprise hides not
When I see
the outcome
Of my imagination
Alone
In an empty room….
With desert like
Illusions
And a thirst
That senses water
Going through
This shiny
noose…
(GodKnows)
I mean only
Beauty
In the truth….
Seems to me we all repeat our behaviors from time to time…must be something missing if we don’t.