drawing
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I have to practice silence.Not natural to me.I make so much damn noiseThat I can hardly seeThat I am not this person.I’m something that’s beyond.And nothing here can stopThe journey that I’m on.
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Don’t give in to fear, my dear.Fear will just confuse you.Bet on God, the odds are largeHe’ll never simply use you.If ever you think you have strayedOr forget the path’s divine.Remind yourself mentallyAnd let your own light shine.
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Gotta stop being uglyAnd only be suave.Can’t listen to others.I don’t like the mobWho sits and critiques whatThey cannot achieve.What I think’s what matters.The only reprieve.
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Went to a rave with my homie named Dave.Took all the gall dang LSD.Quickly I felt I was starting to melt.And quite serendipitouslyDave became Nixon, a girl there, a vixen,And she set her sights on my soul.But I didn’t love her—I floated above her—And I was the one in control.
Musings of the Mad 