I may be crazy
anyway!
You see,
I talk out loud
when I'm alone
seldom on the telephone.
I think of words
I want to say
so I can write them down
Some day.
Then you can read
what's in my head
and I'll have proof
I'm not in bed.
There are also times
I feel depressed
there were some days
I stayed undressed.
Then the pages called
out loud
at least I thought
I heard a crowd.
Writing started
the voices dimmed
I wrote of visions
that did begin.
Now, at this point
I must be clear
I do not write
to make a jeer.
So waking dreams
they were apparent
and pages wrote
were much less errant.
I strive to hear
what's being said
and ignore the dogs
voice in my head.
I write my words
in shades of red
I'm not sure if
my writings bled.
If it did
be rest assured
instead of nuts
I may be cured.
I write for peace
so I'm not tortured
give up the head games
keep moving forward.
I've found my place
I'm in my zone
wait..
does any one hear
that telephone?
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