Dragons

I don't understand why life is
going slowly in flares and
I burn across and cry nothing;
maybe mother was right,
all is basic,
all is from a sickness stirred;
all is an inside I cause to tear.

nothing grew, there was grey and
big wheels- around, and around
what joy in such a small act;

nothing grew, all feelings shrink
and knowing you are ending up
the pawn of culture and ending up
like your parents is the lopsided joke
forever more.

I never gave up that slumber is only
for dragons and the incurably lazy;
just because a thought is unique doesn't make
Jane crazy;

all is a circle,
all is madness and the sky doesn't care;
all is in my head and
Jane is scared.