This poem was not initially seperated into stanzas, and I didn't intend to at all. I thought about it and decided that it may be easier for you, the reader, to look& read it if it were. It shouldnt lose any of the meaning.. (if there is a meaning) =D Emjoi.
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Am I crazy to be living in a dream
with the living mind of the beautiful poseur,
the magic rambling of the wanted whore?
I am the fantastic monster of the missing
skipper in the sea of the damned
and yet, and yet and yet
I miss it all.
In a black and white existence all I see is grey
and you ask me everyday what my favourite colour is,
all I can say I say that I can say is that I can say...
Am I crazy to be living in a dream
where the blue gums cry tears of joy,
the grasslands streaming over reams of overturned land?
I tumble through the waters of seamless colour
rainbow crystals glistening; a gift from on high
and yet, and yet and yet
I hardly care.
In a world of answers I ask myself questions.
Never once can an answer be given, even to those most important;
what can I do about the things I do about what I can do about those things I can do?
Am I crazy to be living in a dream?
I miss it all.
I hardly care.
Am I crazy;
living,
dreaming.
