pureosis

crazy on purpose?
but, why baby, why?
well the trash of my mind
is your treasure to find
but the cost, and the price of a
deliberate hazy was
rebranded; repackaged and passed out as "crazy"

but maybe, just maybe i'm sick with delight
the truth, and the light
which are but the same sureley
and
perhaps they are but perhaps they are not, and perhaps
what's unfurling,'s a terror that seems,
to you clear as pudding
ill communicado
to thee but
to me
so devine
and so pure it's
lovefusion, but i know it can't be held, it's just bad engineering