Cracks

 
Time is the older brother of money
and both are huge in the slave-trade, mad-houses
but when you disperse to less than memories
they too, will be as mortal as the now.

To be a stranger amongst strangers
can be the most you, you've ever been
as long as there is someone, somewhere
who knows who you really are you don't have to crack.

Nobody lives in reality for much of the day.
Reality is like pain; lives just for moments
and when it's not avoided when possible
it will propel you through madness.

The only place I've ever seen insanity
was through the scratched convex lense of reality
but even there, with all its weight
I once wiped my arse and saw Jesus.