Thank you for the golden bridge
upon which to retreat.
Thank you for the sacrilege
that makes me incomplete.

Make way for peace and better days;
find solace in the fact
that you can't ever change your ways;
or the judgement that you lacked.

Your chemical imbalance wreaks
havoc on your life's desire.
The familiar voice begins to speak
when the synapses commence to fire.

Let the madness muse ever be
the source of your inspiration
for your self indulgent poetry
and witty penned frustration.

In the cobwebbed corridors of thought,
or the murky depths of pain,
the answers you've forever sought,
questions they will er'r remain.