we all lose ourselves eventually
to life
death
madness
we slip into something
greater
or smaller than us
in and out of form
and definition
we float on by into another
life
brilliant darkness
or forever clouds
but what happens we drop our shackles too soon?
we bounce against our own walls
until they evaporate
and we find ourselves
bigger (more connected)
than we should be
lost against the soul of the world
floating by
on top of this stream
the world dancing
and running it’s own game
all these walls
all these lies
all these thoughts
made of ancient stone.
i don’t need them anymore
and neither do you.
—sometimes a little madness is good
