Mad

I live here free Still in the sound of time, A reason comes But there is in there no rime; In common words That come and go, Both backward and forth Who'll know. They took away Fresh pot and new, Imaginary soaked up Among the few; Always gleaming through To a next day, Bless full after requesting What I'd say. I answer not Remembering what then comes, Like a buzz of a bee It continually hums; Conversations Turning away from reality, Only splitting personalities Inside of me. Chatting to myself Continually on, Attention giving And even poking some fun; Seeing out the window Garden and the walls, Like a fragile autumn leaf That whither and falls. Then in a split of a second I'm as born afresh, Remembering When my thoughts were less; Restrained to those From inner state of mind, Then again I go And this world leave behind.