[psycosis]

I sit and read of what we write
and some things dont make sense
I have to often wonder
could we really be this dense
I look at many topics
and ponder what is in your mind
Some views are farfetched
making me think you may be blind
But thats the beauty of it all
there is no rhyme or reason
A topic from the heart
can never be out of season
So say what you will
rant at you own discretion
Just judge me not I say
for these are my own transgressions