There is a lunatic running around in my brain
He camouflages in my thoughts which makes him impossible to maintain
No matter the lengths I go to eliminate him, he will always come back
The times I doubt the truth is his favourite attack
He continuously tells me story's to convince me of the worst
My stupidity on handling the situation is the feedback he thirsts
Even worse feeling comes as I realize he's done it again
But the situation has gone to far for it to mend
So I let him do it, let him eat away at my trust
Ruining any potential relationship with just a fragile touch
But I let him stay, told him to make himself at home
Because as insane as it sounds, it's better than being alone

running through the countryside
rivers in full flow
rolling over rocks
rushing down the valley low
reaching the flat delta
ranging and tracing in tributaries
re-birthing as transpiration in the blue seas