Crazy Thoughts

Maybe I've gone crazy Looking for too many words, Maybe I've taken leave of my senses, spent too long in the deep trenches, trying to speak of the many things I long to find, all rolling through my melancholy mind - The words come out wrenched and wrong, I know the tune, but can't recall the song. All the while what I'm truly searching for, laughs and dances like a madman, bouncing out of my own hearts back door - It's the damndest thing: Like running down an empty desert highway, Chasing the vanishing point, That's always going farther and farther away - Does that rainbow's beautiful end really reside In the mountain paradise of the perfect Word; Will I ever arrive at that elusive point Where each beautiful thought I could never quite express Shall finally be exquisitely said, and wholly heard? To arrive is my crazy goal. With great love to be there; To finally and fully hear, and be heard, To discover my own thoughts do matter, And God really does care. Crazy, indeed.