**why is insanity so fucking pretty?** (think this the title)


only a daze
but the drown in haze
of the long winding maze
my efforts self labeled laze
as i fight off insanity with craze



somewhere inside
i know if am slipping to slide
i know if i trip off the cliff, use the wind glide
i know i am not alone, SHE is always at my side
'til i find that spot, i try to abide



it ain't the slumber
it's the silent thunder
of waking thoughts strewn asunder
clarity stuck under
unfocused misleading wonder



i hold on to this whether cool or clever
i am an artiste somewhat like a farmer
i hoe the row and plant however
whenever it says whyever
whichever and wherever



so until this bad moon done with its rose
amma resist the addiction it propose
amma spit words skyward hoping they fall back in ma nose
slide down thru to my lungs thru my throat
and let the breeze of new breathes right my boat





**why is insanity so fucking pretty?** (think this the title)
08:50PM PDT 08232009©cindyadriennequashie (BornName)

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