Crazy?
A word by any other name
would burn the wood.
The wood born to be cut
make paper for the words.
Sentences, punctuation.
The start of every lie
for a future generation.
A bird, a plane,
a man-made object changes the look;
The feel of nature's dream.
Dreaming, another thought.
Mind that keeps you obsessed,
interrogating. Invigorating.
Who could tell a lie from truth?
A truth from lie,
is easier to be sworn.
Make sense of one thing;
and a thousand confuse -
the logical thought.
The mind. The sense. The feel.
Crazy?
Only a blind man can see,
only a deaf man can hear.
Perfection is imperfect,
Scare the crazy out of a person
and you just made it real.
Author notes
Pt.1: http://allpoetry.com/poem/5294861
Pt.2: http://allpoetry.com/poem/5295829
Pt. 3: http://allpoetry.com/poem/5295921
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