Lunacy is freedom.

Solo, burnt, boundlessness.

Run crazy, run

far away and don’t look back

or their claws will sink right through

and capture you.


Cry crazy, cry

louder and harder

so that you pierce their ears

with the sound of your soul.


And laugh crazy, ******* laugh

at their frozen, populated boundaries.


Run lunatic,

Cry lunatic,

Laugh lunatic,

Run, Cry, and Laugh crazy,

because where you’re free they’re not.