Are you a calm person,
Whose somewhat down to Earth...

Waiting for the golden sunrise,
It's two o'clock in the morning...

Growing out of phases,
I am finally at peace...

Monster can in hand,
My energy is pulsating...

Lighting incense,
A smokey mist fills the room...

Thoughts are captivating,
A million possibilities...

Words on parade,
Drifting through my mind...

Since time is perceived,
Often viewed as a line...

These words don't rivet attention,
Heard only through the mind...

Red blistering anger,
Engulfing up my soul...

This poem looks like it's short,
But indeed it will not stop...

Feeling fazed but crazy,
I shall call it crazed...