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Tired :: The world and I

The world and I are encapsuled
in a Time frame which I created
yet of I and not of I
this tiresome madness
this madness
I'm mad

mad about the whole process... and no voice to shout, no
strenghth to cry nor tears to taste with bitterness and
joy. I'm mad and the doctors cannot even fathom why I'm
sane they say, and that they're mad since they cannot
comprehend simple basic understanding of why the world is
indeed flat and not round.

oh waves of fortune I cry out to thee
...

perhaps tonight you'll let me ride the monsters they
call lightning perhaps you'll let me fly home
perhaps

... you'll just let me sleep and never wake up
again