When once lost we fall again.
Not as angels, or just men.
But as the divine bound to the flesh.
Recreating our energy never the less.
Through the colors and spheres of our eyes.
Understanding what we see and learning from lies.
To get through the deception of past.
Something that lingers in the mind, which can forever last.
The thing that triggers away as it ticks.
Allowing madness to induce all of its tricks.
Those things that infect the body, spirit, and brain.
The quirks that make people act insane.
Bellowing and quarreling with no cause.
Accepting everything for only flaws.
A great pessimist that can truly undue.
Worrying not of any chaos that will ensue.
Carrying on day in and day out.
Like and raging juggernaut tearing away without doubt.
Until a day that finally arrives.
When the madness finally subsides.
The juggernaut does what it does best.
Decides to give it a rest.
Then decides to help clean up the mess.
From a tantrum thrown that did not impress.
To switch the frame it uses its strengths.
Showing all even further lengths.
There is no limitation of the good and just.
Although bad enough tantrums can turn things to dust.
Careful for madness can consume all.
Animals, people, and masses hear its call.
Best avoid rather than make that mistake.
Of truly finding out what madness can take.
People can see it even through grime.
They call it “Reading Between The Lines.”