Maybe I’m just crazy
I hope I’m crazy.
I hope I’m not crazy.
Flipping through an empty notebook
Reading thoughts that…
Have not even yet been thought
Speaking a language
That has not yet been developed
An architecture not yet built
And yet it’s all been done before.
Somewhere else, some when else
By a guy who probably looks just like me
This is the beauiful nature
Of the thoughts that have been plaguing my mind
A self-inflicted affliction
Which I love
I just hope there isn’t some breaking point
Or maybe I do, even
Because I have no idea what the would entail