Before i go mad

I’m writing you this before
I go mad
(I'm sorry for the good times)

I’m afraid it’s coming too soon,
won’t stop because nobody like you
listens

Listen to the music in
cognitive dissonance,
realities colliding
in the corners of my soul

I know you can hear it
Madness is indeed beautiful

(They think it, I know
No one listens when I say that its coming but I know
they know)

I'm writing you this because
the ideas are spinning too fast:
I wonder, but what if, how, when,
how do you know that for sure?

The ideas are spinning into my head
and turning into theories,
and again I hear music

(Did you ever hear it like this too?
Was I really so crazy?)

So dizzying
Going faster and faster
No one realizes
I believe what I say
about the world and human nature
You're just creative darlin'

I'm writting 'cause I'm affraid
I'll never be able to get my mind to
shut up anymore
Slow down it's processes
so I can sleep
Can’t even sleep when I’m sleeping
(Even I don’t listen)

need to sleep,
need to eat, need to live

I’m not living,
I’m dying
that's why I had to write this now

from one to two
I don’t know when it happened

Me today
writing in case I can’t tell you later
what I discovered,
how great it was, what I saw,
how I know I know now
and it's beautiful and it sounds like music,
and I hope you get to see what I saw too
(You were right about God being in the sublime)

me tomorrow,
or after tomorrow
passively persuaded
by the argument of those not listening
That everything is just fine
dont be affraid of flying darlin'
even when I tell them
I wasn't just kidding

Maybe they were right
If you're reading they were right

In the end we’ll see
The ideas will go away with pills or
go away forever
Drift away into sleep
permanent or psychotropic
(preferably the former)

Regression in the collective coma
Please never go there
you're stronger

My soul couldn't take it anymore
If you’re reading I’m sleeping now

I'm sorry for the good times
wish we could have continued our work together

Read the things I wrote ok,
and continue writting
if they ever lock me up
the answer is in what's beautiful

Wonderful, heartfelt and warm. It's a song.

are you serious??

Yes I'm serious. I find it refreshing. Even though it's sad, it's not hateful or laying blame anywhere.

not you you ###$ author!:lol:

did he really die off?

nice to meet you too.

"Given not to be the one to whom you give without, collide in night as stars alight a moment in your doubt"

randomrob -- I like this. Sounds Shakespearean. Is it yours?

yeah, its a paraphrase of some song lyrics i wrote. Thank you for the compliment.

no, thank you..