I bow to the cause,
I grew into its hat,
I floated above its rim as I slowly began to trim,
it shaped into my mind
as it soaked up my thoughts.

I sat to have tea with my shadow and me,
as it began to rain,
we ran around catching each drop in our cups of tea.

I was awoken by my tears and my shadow crying
in my shoes.

This whole time I was dreaming of madness,
Yet I never knew.

Can madness dream?  


© By Amanda Shelton