« Blade CX2 Helicopter with Minicam and Home-Made Projectile Launcher | Main | Suzanne Vega on Songwriting »

January 14, 2008

Only To Have Gone Mad By Then

If my mind escapes with its dreams and leaves this world for one of pastel madness,

It will be because I can no longer hear the soothing whispers of gold and orange autumn leaves dancing with the silhouettes of the wind and the trees;

Because I can no longer taste the sunny tingle of sweet pear juice laughing and soothing its way from the tip of my tongue down to the unsatisfied unknown;

Because I can no longer feel goose bumps forming --
Nor stir a worry with eyes dilated and neck-hairs abound --
In the presence of something awesome, fearsome, and mysterious:
A furious symphony of sight and sound;

If, in life, I cannot partake of those basic needs,
Such condition would be madness;

Gone mad, I would rather be.

Posted by will at January 14, 2008 11:01 PM



Posted by: aarons at January 15, 2008 12:27 PM

Post a comment

Thanks for signing in, . Now you can comment. (sign out)

(If you haven't left a comment here before, you may need to be approved by the site owner before your comment will appear. Until then, it won't appear on the entry. Thanks for waiting.)

Remember me?