Sunday, December 23, 2012

Poetry

Crazy

Some say I'm the one who's gone crazy

others say I'm just lazy

I've got too much time on my hands

that I'm wasting my life by not meeting ends

which is it then, this I want to know

am I crazy, or am I like they say - an on the draw I am slow

it's just that listening to the world sometimes isn't right

their only means is to take away all my fight

they wish to see me beaten down

never smiling always with a frown

so I ask again,

is the world the one who's crazy, or am I really the crazy one then?







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