Crazy Day

I am crazy today
I feel like a butterfly
Without the butter
Or butter without the fly
I see the blue sky
From a tunnel
Or is it a funnel
A burrow for my soul
To enter eternity
Or is that flying over
Above the coloured clouds…

I am crazy today
Singing in high octave
Trying to drown
This insanity in
In porous silt
I want to be an ostrich
But I can’t bear
The sounds of falling sand
I hear the distant
Whispers of demand
Be sane be sane be sane

I tell my friend
Don’t say a word
I am damaged goods
He laughs hollowly
‘I am damaged too
Look at me, hear me
I roar like a whisperer’
I fold in, silently
Feeling the arms
Of insanity
Hug me….