Crazy

To pick up sticks -

like when I'm having a fit,

because one can't believe what's real to me

that things aren't how it used to be.

I just don't understand...

This life swallowing me like quicksand.

I feel my insanity growing and showing ~

While my reality is slowing and whoa-ing...

As the days pass by,

I feel like walking towards the sky.

The light seems to increase,

while my soul play hide and seek.

Then the common sense strikes.

It is a feeling I doubt a single mind likes.

My responsibilities in this life are to thee

More important than any disassociation from reality could easily be.

I quickly bring my mind back into full swing.

Take a deep breath and change the steering.

Pick up my foot and make the first step,

For the next one I put, I may be maximum pep.

The one thing I must note,

If I ever again begin to float

Is that positivism is sight

And negativism is night.