Near Madman
Near Madman
What is this, just this side of too much?
What is this momentary strife?
What is this he can almost touch?
It’s the glass box of his life.
It’s just an observation post,
Is it real?
It’s too real.
The day is over
Before the next one begins again.
He hears all they say, does he understand?
He hears the things they don’t say.
He reaches out as far as he can,
He sees but cannot join in the play…
It’s just an observation post,
Is it real?
It’s too real.
The day is over
Before the next one begins again.
Too many doors close
When he tells all he knows
He’s heard secrets that were never said.
Tricky knots will unwind,
Does he see your mind,
Can find the dark paths you have tread.
He sits back and watches, unnerving at times,
But there’s little more he can do.
He’s not fully here, madman and seer,
It’s just life and he’s trying to get through.
It’s just an observation post,
Is it real?
It’s too real.
The day is over
Before the next one begins again.
Cliff Lake 7/10/2024
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