Gazing at an everlasting haze,
mind wondering through the eclectic rantings of a mad man.
Is it me?
Have I gone Mad?
Psychedelic euphoria engulfed in waves of rage,
like a drugged animal in a cage.
Which way is up?
Which way is down?
Happiest of clowns sporting a frown.
I feel like I'm going to drown.
In a corner rocking,
sprinting down the street.
What am I running to?
What am I running from?
I don't know,
I'm rocking in a corner.
A room with no windows or door,
my thoughts a rambling *****.
Upside down,
inside out,
fourth dimensional; That thought's bout...
Gone.
Back to front,
front to back.
In my rack,
a coffin sized fit.
Alive or dead?
I know not what's it my head.