This has been called a lyrical madness, Touched with fire and tinged with sadness. Dancing with emotion's enchantress. A beautiful mind with a beautiful song, Which the cognitively normal should more often address.
Sometimes I consider if life is too long, And think of shortening it - but that would be wrong. With life's swift flow sweeping me along - Despite the things that harrass and bother, I think that I am sufficiently strong.
One day I saw a mood-swinging other, One whom I could call sister or brother. Our speech and bowed heads, nodding one to another - Marks on their skin, along with scars under Even though I was surprised this to discover.
In these difficult days with my life torn asunder, What's the greater purpose now, I wonder? Is it vanity to say that someone's storm and thunder Will let me be a ray of light to shine through their pain? For there I look, and there she is again. For there I look, and there she is again.
A Companionable Madness
Posted - 05/28/2006 : 15:57:29
