Sights seen from a cloud

Sights seen from a cloud​

inspiration draws me near​

a pulling fan; forget your fear​

with guillotine blades to dice my brain​

tell me, will i know if I've gone insane?​

a price I'll pay, but I stray the path​

my eye's; befooled; I escaped it's grasp!​

free, I'd think, free at last​

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I look around at all I'd passed.​

the puzzle pieces; embroidery​

all beautifully sad pink floydery​

and I'd cry until it turned to a laugh​

at the desperate struggle to make life a math​

things can only be pushed so far​

before they crash on down and return to are;​

the is of them, the ocean's whole/hole​

all sailors know it can take it's tole​

some waves are gentle; never mix with air​

but to see this as weak would be unfair​

all waves are pushed by whispy blows​

with winding heats, the balance shows​

and though tidal waves may reach quite high​

it's flight can't be said to truly fly​

it crashes down to join the rest​

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to accept your fate is heaven's test​

and so this world may be a joke​

and some see this as sad, some sit back and toke​

but I refuse to just stand and let my mind rust​

I'd rather sit back and laugh​

and be diced​

into dust​

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wow, this feels like my style of writing! is it about insanity?