Wouldn’t I Be Crazy?': A Song
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Wouldn’t that be … crazy?
Wouldn’t I be … crazy
If I thought that crazy
Was anything but wrong?
(In between sweet lines of verse,
I dare to tell you the worst of worse.
We are crazy, if we get it wrong.)
Why can’t I be … crazy?
Wouldn’t I then be … crazy?
If I thought that maybe
Was everything, but wrong?
(In between gross lines of verse,
I came to tell I mind my works,
And, am I crazy, if nothing is wrong?)
Everyone, to me, seems … crazy.
Are we really real, yet … crazy?
If we thought we were strong,
Would we be wrong?
(In between our thoughts of Now,
We dare to tell all we have seen,
Of no return, and, we become nothing.)
Can’t you see I'm … crazy?
Wouldn’t you want to be … crazy?
If you thought, that one day,
We would all get along?
(In between sweet lines and gross,
Tolls the anniversary of words.
Am I crazy, to sing so … crazily?)
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 1/10/06
I think we can all get along also when the energies of others start to see (even the existence of your exact differences, or notice some different importance to the existence of your differences, which are most likely already observed in some light or other and i dont think very complicated in the observation) and their clumsby mental switches re-adjust to include another notion.
This I believe only happens on its own, from need , as all real awakenings occur only in an undisturbed, unperterbated, quiet setting in/from our sleep. If something is shaken to cause change, its means is perterbation and its product is perterbation-disturbance-not revelation. The exact paths and divergences of tomorrow are not(as intentional shakening, is) where anyone can see or notice.
marvin