Going Crazy - Poem by Dayle Gaylin
Time is of the essence, in the world that I’m in.
I’m confused, bewildered - don’t know where to begin.
It’s like a maze, a game, or maybe a trap.
You don’t know where you’re going, or where you’re at.
So, you run around blind. Knowing not how or who.
Looking for answers, or even a clue.
As to why you’re here, or why you’re there?
Why you love, or why you care?
Who you are, and how ya been?
Where’d it start, and how’d it end?
It’s mad, it’s crazy. It’s even sick.
So, if you have the answers, please tell be quick!
Cause, oh baby!
I’m going crazy...
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