971: I Am Aiming My Insanity Poem by Catastrophe KING

I was rambling lonely, tiny as a speck on the fiery sand;
The smoldering heat was rising and taking all in its toll!

A little away, I could see impressions of my thoughts, and
The amazing sight of a cool soul, like wrapped in a stole!

I saw lotuses growing among the cactus of the desert;
They were swaying in a rhythm, attempting life forever!

I could see, there was my thought doing this concert;
With many a bard, but now - I play my thoughts never!

I was with my treasured friends and I could titter again;
They were hopeful, waiting the glistening dawn at dusk-time!

Yet again, I moved a little away to bask in this glorious rain;
But, I outdid my wits and warned my mind never to mime!