Everywhere I go
I am haunted
By thought and threats

Clowns
Alternate realities
Anger
Slowness
And the Madcap in my head
Laughing at every step I take
Throughout the sovereign path

I must remember what
Is going on
And realize that this illness is not on me
And that I am in charge of what is going on
I am superior in this disease

The sad part is
By tomorrow, I will forget
And my body will tire

Someday
I will become of the Earth
In the mausoleum where I lay
In a foreign land
Where I think that I am from
And on this judgmental day
Things are going to get a little easier