I cannot help this feeling the feeling of feeling mad,
Although it is everything I’ve cracked up to be and really isn’t bad.
I have no time for childish things like normalcy and sanity,
For being normal and part of the herd is a type of vanity.
I prefer being crazy and wild because I am also free,
Of all those silly shackles of the sane crippling creativity.
The best of us are mad and we are all mad here,
Because all of us who are mad act only in love not fear.
So you see I love being a little crazier than I should,
For if I held onto sanity I wouldn’t be the best I could.
So when you’re feeling crazy and think you are alone,
Just remember sanity is overrated and pick up this silly poem.

I can’t and wouldn’t want to undo the things I’ve done,
Good, bad and indifferent all I can say is I’ve had fun.
What matters is not the future and nor is it the past,
What matters is the here and now because life goes by too fast.
Don’t dwell on all of your actions they cannot help or hurt you now,
But there is one certain thing which I do ask you to vow.
When you are going through hell you keep moving along,
For no matter what happens to you things will never end up wrong.
For there is always balance in this world and it will do you well,
To remember this fact when you want to curl up in your shell.
So never be afraid and keep on shining bright,
For no matter how dark things get you always hold the light.

You sing a song of wisdom but only whispers do come through,
To the ears of all the people too busy to listen to you.
They may stop and listen but only few can hear the tune,
Its more beautiful than galaxies or the blooms of June.
For it is an idea without a body and it can't be seen with sight,
One can only hear and feel it the feeling that sheds light.
It can change the souls of many and free those who are in disguise,
It spreads harmony amongst people of every color shape and size.
But alas they are too busy working towards their goals with zeal,
If its happiness you seek you'll fail for its not something you gain but feel.
They are too busy for childish horseplay or having unproductive fun,
But they underestimate the power of dancing barefoot in the Sun.

I gaze at the sky and look at a tree,
I look at the world only to see me.
No matter which way I turn my gaze
The world takes on the mood of my days.
The world is a mirror and all that I see
Is just one or another reflection of me.
Every sight to be seen takes on its own guise,
Which takes form beyond our two eyes.
It is true that we see the world how we feel,
So even if they’re different they both are still real.
People are mirrors, yes you and me,
And when two mirrors align it goes to infinity.

The seeds of time are planted and soon they shall grow,
Taking hold in the soil containing something we should know.
The peaceful drops of rain upon the seed shall pour,
And lend strength to the seed soaking to its core.
The Tree of Life is thus born granting heart and soul,
To each and every life that makes this world a whole.
The Tree of life is blooming with leaves and buds of joy,
Providing the sweet fruit of the Earth to every girl and boy.
The juices make us strong and help us to connect,
For all life is the same no matter what their intellect.
The leaves are all the people and all other creatures too,
The trunk is the foundation and supports all that we do.
Each branch a different path or journey that guides and shows us all,
That although we may be bright in spring we look even better in the fall.
For we ride through every season and gather light from up above,
While what really fuels the Tree of Life is its roots of Love.