Suffering through the darkness of day
Seeing light in the lightest night
All is mixed, messed up
Nothing seems sane no one talks words
That make any sense
All are inaudible really insane.
Still I go on
Not knowing why, hoping to meet
Someone who has answers
Who cry words of wisdom
Notes that make sense holding
The madness at a long arm’s length.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015