Do you smell it?
Feel it?
It covers me like mud
I can’t absorb it
Yet I can’t get clean
How do I get my soul clean in such a mess?
They never understand.
They can’t
They aren’t wired that way.
I have been damaged in many falls.
So I rewired myself bit by bit, as I could.
Now I only make sense to me and, maybe an open heart.
Truly open,
No hiding
No justifying
Open like a book for all who care to read.
Mud is bitter and will taint me
It taints all it touches.
Even if it is only to pick it up in order to fling it
Some always stays with you under your nails
Where you can’t see, but you are still filthy.
Never stare at yourself in a mirror to close for to long.
The flaws and filth will burn out your mind.
Do I sound like a lunatic, or a prophet?
Confucius or confusion
Everything new sounds crazy…….
Until.... it works… then it is brilliant
Insanity and brilliances are only separated by success
One has it the other doesn’t
I’m tired of being crazy; it’s somebody else’s turn.
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