the hardest thing for me to understand
is the fact I will never understand
all things
see
I have this thirst for knowledge
not like that of the normal scholar
but obsessive
some might even add compulsive
more than a want or need
I have to know all things
everything
from minor to major
every single detail
of how things work
and why
that is the only thing that drives me now
love is too afraid
to look me in the eye
for fear of the secrets I will see
all my friends, my closest friends
have been dead for years
authors, poets, scientists
all those who I hold so dear
but yet I wake up in this madhouse
this world of shit and stone
that makes even less sense
than the day before
which brings tears
to my eyes that cry for a reason to laugh again
dying to understand
why a perfect god
could make a flaw such as man
The Emotional Delusions of a Mad Man
