Sometimes I believe madness is wonderful.
To become lost in a narrow hall of ivy curves and circles.
To close your eyes and walk the steady miles in your mind.
The grasp of old faded rubber as the rollercoaster lifts, tosses, and twists.
Seeing the euphoric feelings of someone float into the air in colorful auras.
Normailty is not reality unless you believe it so.
You may only be dreaming.
Real life could be an enticing parallel dimension where you walk on your hands,
and speak with your feet.
Eyebrows made of sugar, noses made of stone,
hats that sing to rhythm, dresses that shrink and grow.
Why live as a normal person?
Strange, Odd, Weird, Mad, Crazy and I have more fun.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 2:05 AM UTC
Sometimes I believe madness is wonderful.
To become lost in a narrow hall of ivy curves and circles.
To close your eyes and walk the steady miles in your mind.
The grasp of old faded rubber as the rollercoaster lifts, tosses, and twists.
Seeing the euphoric feelings of someone float into the air in colorful auras.
Normailty is not reality unless you believe it so.
You may only be dreaming.
Real life could be an enticing parallel dimension where you walk on your hands,
and speak with your feet.
Eyebrows made of sugar, noses made of stone,
hats that sing to rhythm, dresses that shrink and grow.
Why live as a normal person?
Strange, Odd, Weird, Mad, Crazy and I have more fun.
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