The Madness

"Maybe" , I said, "just maybe ..."

The madness drives my spirit in an uproar of revolt

Yet my soul remains silent

My heart's pattern be still, seized by the words sharply delivered from my lovers lips as I quiver to the thought of it's reprise

"Maybe", I said, "just maybe .."

These words have arrived, not from despise, but to inspire my eyes to finally open to the world in front of me

It's to hard to tell from this angle.

My eyes covered from it's light, the falsely famed worlds light that refuses to kill my shadows but highlights life.

But he said, "thats the thing about running"

"You always seem to run into yourself when you get to where you're going when running from something in regret , fear or sadness "

Maybe ... just maybe

This will all make sense

This madness