Musings of the Mad

Life’s about loss and

Life’s about change.

Life’s about sailing

The seas of pain.

How nothing 

Ever 

Stays the same.

We only have

Ourselves to blame.

Love is a concept.

Love is a drug

Love is a perfect,

Comfortable hug.

Love isn’t definable.

Love is just love.

Love—when she fits you

Just like a glove.

Self is a lie

Self is a fib

Self is a mythical

Concept to live

They want us all separate

For order, control.

There’s a whole lot of things they don’t

Want us to know.