Clouds

can sense the crazies coming
bit ways off yet
but on their journey still

take over my mind
hold of my tongue
move of my mouth
harden my speach
peanut brittle no sugar
golden seal no honey

i am relieved
afterwards remorse
then crazies leave me here

i am a coward
mess up work theyve done
with my excuses
with my tears

i will grow deeper
speak taller words
scream sans apology
yell to my moons content
like the crazy they think
i am