Crazed

Feeling fazed but crazy,
I shall call it crazed,
In a field of Daisy's,
On a trail that time has blazed.

God's creation lies before me,
He must be very proud,
Life is like a story,
Since the silence is so loud.

A place that I retreat,
With all the peace in which it gathers,
The place of which I speak,
Is where time no longer matters.

With beauty beyond measure,
And not a thing to burden me,
It's my favorite type of pleasure,
I'll be back next Eternity.