CrazyOne

It doesn't have a why

It doesn't have a how

It doesn't have a when

It doesn't have a prime

continues into air

infinity, a dream,

a nightmare to begin

uneasiness to scream

unwillingness to see

and willingness to cry

Unable to forget and hoping for a crime

my heart speaks in its terms

Illogical , not wise

so loudly ,so subtle, so seemingly fragile

I'm hurt I'm wrecked I'm lonely,

Im terribly alone

I can't believe I'm living this

world without joy

believe me I'm naive

unknowingly in mind

I'm calling out for him

the reason and the victim

The punishment , atone ,I must for my creation

Of dream that never been

You see I'm feeling like a fox. Like a red smart creature that believes it can do anything. You see I imagine myself, little red fox, so smart and full of myself on top of a lonely tree , looking at the sleeping city at the dark just before the sunrise. And this city is what I can do, I imagine its full of palaces secret treasures that I'm bound to find and wonderful encounters. The only things I can see at dark are glittering small eyes only giving me a hint, an indication, that in the middle there are some tall building and many shorter ones around scattered in beautiful pattern with hidden logic. As the sun starting to ride it reveals me a beautiful view of tall glassy buildings while white morning mist still covers the rest of the shorter structures. The sun doesn't show yet but I can…