|Life would be so easy if it ceased.
For me, just for me.
Not for all those who call out that they care.
Those that hold this lurch about me,
that keep me clinging to sanity,
for their sake, not mine.
I long to run crazy through the streets - to shed every scale of responibility - to be mad in and at the world.
To care no more - to steal what the crazy bums keep tucked warm beneath thier stinky sweaters..
I've been crawling toward crazy for years.
I am weaker with each defeat,
not stronger with each attempt to reach what they call freedom, independence, individuality.
I want to blend into the wind and fly from the compulsion to care for those who could not live without me in this world.
For them life is easy, I am a servant at their heavy feet.