Rumbling about, back and forth.
You, can never be taught.
Sleeping still, not with this beeping bill.

'Beep beep beep!' your alarm quacks
"Shut your mouth" you thaw from slumber.

Smashing it down, thrashing it to the ground, time to mell under your sheets.
"*******.."

Sanity.

Insanity.

Which to choose?
Why should we choose?
How should we choose?

Why...why do these things happen to us? They make us angry, fierce, crazy!
Borderline, bipolar psychotic.

Therefore, I believe. That someday.....someone will reach out there hand before me, and say.
"Let me show you this world of insanity"

A quiet room, only a pencils words to be heard.
But it's all secretly a riot. A tranquil, and amazing place that some yearn.
Truth be told, they scramble, and scribble. Biased to one thing, but feel like it's missing something. They search and search, looking for it. A plot, a story to tell.

But everything is a rush. In a single ring of a bell.

Youth is what we hold, either in mind, body or both at one time.
But if you waste this precious holding, it may reveal a now unfortunate truth.
Claim and hold onto everything that it offers in that way.
Don't waste your precious youth.