There’s gotta be an ingenuity
to making yourself crazy.
The constant backtalk of “not enough” and “wrong”
that makes your days hazy.
Too busy caught up in thoughts
and fears on how the world is shaping.
Since we’re all one piece of the puzzle
in a game,
no one is truly making.
The path to the light is somewhere in our head.
Our body as the vessel for our souls to embed.
Our soul as the compass; to guide and transcend,
To befriend til the end...
and rise once again.