Driftwood

Welcome to my oxymoronic world of pain
 A world where truth and lies are for the insane
 Like driftwood on the shores of my foggy life
 I've drifted not knowing truly who or what I am
 I find refuge in things of other irrelevance
 For in the darkest dept of my volatile mind
 Everything is clearer and more beautiful than a sunny day
 Ponder and ponder, dable in my dementia
 Equate and balance theories that never were
 And I ponder and ponder my loquent animisity
 The two halfs now become one, everything makes sense
 But I am sill confined, I must acomplish my task
 My companions aid me and tell me what to do
 I now know what I must do (I do too)
 I lash out declaring war and vengance
 The driftwood is now engulfed by a raging sea
 Everything now swallowed by black
 Serity calms my rage
 My head filled with inexplicable knowledge
 A fragrance of mountain air now polinates my vibrant senses
 I ponder and ponder my perhaps next subjugating attack
 For in the realm of madness everything is relative
 In solitude I will remain for ever more