I feel as if I'm going insane,
Yet do nothing to hinder
mind's many reigns.
Perhaps the stars shone
One star to bright,
To belittle the sun
Made it shudder in fright.
Concocted whims
And wants never achieved,
Trickery of myself
Left my mind deceived.
In lost I suppose
We are most often not found,
But meandering feet
Crave solid ground.