How long has it been,
How did it begin,
Did I fall and slip,
Did I jump a cliff,
Into a pit of bliss,
Or did I simply miss,
The last sign I passed,
All happened so fast,
At some point,
The impact joint,
These worlds together,
Or has moved them further,
Apart in a unknown,
World to be blown,
Peculiar thought,
Seems injected and bought,
By this current mind,
Still it blinds,
The reality from plain sight,
Even if the idea is bright,
Or then a flash of genius,
It is some how devious,
Lying in a dormant state,
To impress others,
And to destroy others,
Who and why,
To feel satisfy,
Makes no sense,
To be created to tense,
At the moment of danger,
In the moment of anger,
Even in passion,
And then ration,
These feeling as logical,
Complete and practical,
As it is none,
What is done,
Is more complex,
Then an entire complex,
Of imagined geniuses,
That create themselves,
Boxed on a shelve,
For full display,
In hopes to be carried away.