DISCOURSE

I’M MAD. REALLY MAD
Things turned out as a mess
A futile argument which lead to distinction of dignity, trust and respect

I’M MAD. REALLY MAD
My last good nerves are starting to doom frailty
An adjustment that’s too much of a pedal
There’s no room for delight.

I’M MAD. REALLY MAD
Selfish ideas are starting to somersault
No pensive trail for survival
No time for yearning

I’M MAD. REALLY MAD
You just made me a heron of tumultuous madness.
A heron of complete disparity to gush

IM MAD. REALLY MAD