As I continue to sit
tittering on the
edge of the realm
of my mind.

Pressure still pushing
against the frame
that they say
protects my brain.

My rambling here
will be interpreted
to reflect the view
of some with no real true view.

Fearing not others views,
as long as I
can focus on a life
that's true.

Life will be happily
viewed, from behind
my gold rimmed
rose colored glasses.

Life is what you make it.