Crazy Day

I am crazy today
I feel like a butterfly
without the butter
or butter without the fly
I see the blue sky
from a tunnel
or is it a funnel
a burrow for my soul
to enter eternity
or is that flying over
above the coloured clouds…

I am crazy today
singing in high octave
trying to drown
this insanity in
in porous silt
I want to be an ostrich
but I can’t bear
the sounds of falling sand
I hear the distant
whispers of demand
be sane be sane be sane

I tell my friend
don’t say a word
I am damaged goods
he laughs hollowly
‘I am damaged too
look at me, hear me
I roar like a whisperer’
I fold in, silently
feeling the arms
Of insanity
Hug me….