Sometimes I wonder
what is wrong with me.
I seem to be grasping
who I am and
what I need and
I don't understand
where all these answers
come from.

The quiet and the noise
hold equal evils
and I'm at a loss
as to where I escape.

Yet I have ironed out the
wrinkles in my smile,
and I see a radiance
in the colors of the day.

Life,
is insane.
And so am I.

Beautiful.