Your Mom and Dad bought you love
Cause they had so little time
They could afford to really spend
Or they would have otherwise

They knew you were a loner
But did not understand
How a few short years down the road
You'd play out a losing hand

Only in passing were you ever thought of
As their troubled son
Never once in questioning
Why you needed all those guns

The hapless victims in your path
Wrong place, wrong time
As you shoved them to the other side
Cut down in their prime

Crazy is as crazy does
And crazy as they say

Was the day you cracked the lid
And let crazy have its way

The road on which you traveled
Burned the bottoms of your souls
So you took the one less traveled on
The one of lost control

Never with that much to say
You held it all inside
All we're left with now is who to blame
And the haunting question why

Not the only one who's out there
Just the latest in the string to act it out
More among the cracks and crevices
Of that there is no doubt

How will you be remembered
For the loved ones lost years to come
The memory that you left us with
Is that of the troubled one

Crazy is as crazy does
And crazy as they say

Was the day you cracked the lid
*And let crazy have its way

What your holding in your hands
Is a poem within a poem
Both far enough apart
But close enough to get along
Set within each other
So as not to be alone
This poem that your now holding
This poem within a poem

One poem rhymes it all in love
From beginning to the end
Talks of those new beginnings
And the giving within the giving
How love holds a lasting truth
And spreads it faithfully
This poem that rhymes it all in love
Then holds it out for all to read

While the other poem talks of the past
The what has and hasn't been
The artful way of looking back
And how it is now seen
What you gave up that you once had
That you wish you had again
This poem that brings up the past
A scent that's on the wind

Both poems similar in degree
But very different all the same
Both bring love into the notion
That you can have it once again
While they are relatable
In the way these poems both bleed
They both are very different
In their basics needs

So what you now hold in your hands
This poem within a poem
Is far enough apart from one another
But close enough to get along
Placed here both together
So as to not go it alone
This poem of the past and of the love
This poem within a poem

I have this friend on the other side of the globe
Says the world just met its end, thought I should know
I've got about eight hours to prepare
Before we're outta here
As she made it perfectly clear
It's the end of the world

She texted this fact before her phone went dead
With less than a day left what else can be said
So I call up my family as well as my friends
Say my goodbyes, make my amends
And if there's any money that they could lend
I'll get it back in a day or two if there's anything left

It's good to have a friend in the future on which to rely
One that's not afraid to say your soon going to die
I figure I've now got about six hours left
When all has been done and all has been said
Time enough to pack one or two bags
Put my head between my legs and kiss my **** goodbye

I woke up this morning
With this thought in my head
What's going to go wrong
Once I get out of bed

I don't go looking for trouble
I'd rather let it be
But trouble in life
Always seems to find me

So I take a deep breath
Place my feet on the floor
Stepping right into the present
My dog left me the night before