I'm not crazy.

I'm not crazy. I'm just broken and hazy on whats truth and whats lies. outspoken the feeling of bright colored eyes. I change with the times. I beat out these rhymes. I don't commit crimes but I want to... beat down heaven and bring it to earth or bring hope to birth but not hope in the pope but hope in the curse of humanity. I want to travel and unravel whats been made i want to bring home d-day and call it a parade. I want to kill my mind or just unwind or find myself... or find something worth finding. something worth more than wealth.
nanananananananananana
and life goes on and on and on and on
and maybe the answer to forty two is why not.
maybe the answer to we lost is we fought.
maybe lazy people are broken.
maybe politicians and lawmakers are outspoken.
maybe we're in heaven and maybe we're in hell.
maybe love is just a spell and maybe we can't and oh well.
maybe birds sing because they have wings and
maybe being crazy is just knowing more than what we should like we could be on the level but fear in the devil throwing a fit makes us commit to things like social norms and belief in reform. and maybe I am crazy. Maybe I'm not. maybe I lost this battle but I'll tell you what... I fought.

I'm writing this for my thirteen year old self who will read this someday and wonder about the world for six good years before knowing all I know now...
and maybe that's just hope for other realities but memories like that don't erase. and neither should you.