By The Bard of Bath, Tick Rowley
People will say you suffer
Tell you it could be better
Some will resonate
But you know they’re not on the same page
When the chains tighten
And you pray in hope that the future will be brighter
A demon in your system
Having a mind that cannot listen
If you can risk a dive into the river
You may come to a solution quicker
It’s not always saddles and sand bags
At times, it can be euphoric
A limitless ride when you switch it
You become a puppet to something
It happens in a flash, you’re everything or nothing
While you lie in that bed
Think thoughts of the pleasure of death
You wonder how you will get through
Others don’t understand the glory of you
The magic word of being insane
You see between the lines of the mundane
Life is a multi-dimensional cage
That doesn’t exist, until it does
And when it does, I’m still real
And so are all the thing I feel
I’m the angel walking on sunlight
Bringing with her stardust
I’m also the monster that reflects your shadow
I’m sweet and sour
I’m number one
I’m inconsolable
I don’t suffer the life of me
I am me, I am
The spectrum of being
I am free
Don’t tell me to stop
Because I can’t, I won’t
I’ll always choose the right
To express myself and live in hope