Taming the Crazy

Can you think of something both beautiful and horrific

Chaotic and rhythmic

A place of peace and serenity

Yet full of war and debauchery

So complex and so simple

Foggy like a cloud but clear as crystal

And you wonder, could this be a riddle?

No, not really, just giving the truth a bit of a tickle

It’s very odd you see

Just how chaotic it can be

But no worries, it locks that up and away

And lies about how much it misbehaves

In fear of it being called ‘insane’

So, instead it just fastens away all that pain

And it suffers quietly in the corner

While the lies of beauty seals around it, a collar

Because people don’t really want to see the truth

No, because ‘normal’ people are supposed to be immune

So it’s lie after lie about the beauty

And they write off the crazy as just ‘moody’

We ride along because we don’t want them to think our mind is that shaky

Because after all, we’re supposed to be taming the crazy

Your pal, Wendy