The lights are beginning to fade, in the
Sunset of the mind small beacons are burning,
But even they are beginning to fail. Questions
Of love and peace wander through the chambers
Causing a flurry of crazy. Who knew that one person
Can make you so mad? That one person could
Be quite so intoxicating, that they leave thoughts
Reeling through an inescapable maze of madness.
Well, what to say? Drop a line? Say some words? Anything
To make this pathetic vehicle of questions stop
Crashing around the brain, it feels like it’s made
Of glass, and dread, fear will only cascade if the glass
Questions, enigmas, interrogatives, driving the sanity
From the well of knowledge that pools delicately
In my head. What to do? What to do?