The Basket Case

I have lost my mind, yes

I look with eyes so crazed

Disillusioned by the trees and the bees and

the misbelief that I matter.

 

I look with eyes so crazed;

the path stretches before me, cracked with

The misbelief that I matter.

And On and on it goes.

 

The path stretches before me, cracked with

little pitfalls to hell,

And On and on it goes.

And on and on I scream.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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