Walk out the front door
And look at your sky
Roughly tinted in
Your life’s grayscale hue.
You get tired and down
And tried hard, you tried,
None to answer for
The cracks in your glasses.
You see life by your sadness
And the happy madman in
Your mind calling you a “jackass.”
The crassness keeps you standing
Keeps you laughing, keeps you caring.
I know what you mean, you’ve got to train that madman. 🦋
The madman challenges and I oblige. Maybe we will learn one day TFS!