I am not crazy.

My head is whirling
Thoughts flashing back and forth,
to and fro
Sincere languish amplified,
My own ideals blaring, ringing in the distance
Remnants of what once was,
taunting the present life
Crazed seeds nurtured 'till mort,
Insanity lingering in the mist
Rolling thunder resounding,
stabbing a bleeding silence

I'm not crazy