Treasure Island

Nana Kwame Nketsiah

I Would Go Crazy If I Dont Stop

I would go crazy if I don't stop
Hear my head beat as fast as the gong-gong beater
Climbing high into this realm of life I would drop
Into the boiling water with too many heater

I would go crazy if I don't stop
Giving my heart out on a silver platter
Perhaps I wish I was the frog who hop
In the broad day light were all his dreams shatter

I would go crazy if I don't stop
Feeding my emotion to a worthless swine
Like the mother pig who lives at the top
Lo I should run away in caves and hide

I would go crazy if I don't stop
Perhaps the best remedy is to lie and cry
Into this huge and hallowed cup
Which boils and keep all other tears dry

Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, August 21, 2012
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hmm..... feeling too bad after heart break, atleast i am over her since some one occupies my heart.

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