Time is of the essence, in the world that I’m in. <br />I’m confused, bewildered - don’t know where to begin. <br />It’s like a maze, a game, or maybe a trap. <br />You don’t know where you’re going, or where you’re at. <br /> <br />So, you run around blind. Knowing not how or who. <br />Looking for answers, or even a clue. <br />As to why you’re here, or why you’re there? <br />Why you love, or why you care? <br /> <br />Who you are, and how ya been? <br />Where’d it start, and how’d it end? <br />It’s mad, it’s crazy. It’s even sick. <br />So, if you have the answers, please tell be quick! <br /> <br />Cause, oh baby! <br />I’m going crazy...<br /><br />Dayle Gaylin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-crazy/
