Madness

Wishful thinking is my curse...

Life imagined is the worst -
It distracts from here and now. 
Feeling trapped in it somehow.

Wasting time in pointless thinking
Equals to some heavy drinking -
Losing senses of what is,
Never reaching a true bliss.

Dreaming, screaming for ideal;
I know less of what is real.
Losing mind in the dark...

All I want is simple spark
Of my hope - to make it happen.
My own mind is a weapon,
Pointed straight into my heart.
Turning madness into art
For my own appreciation...
Crazy - is my destination.

Wednesday stuffy stuff...  May 6 2015