How can I begin to describe,
the unfolding of my mind,
that wills me to follow order,
when all begs me to live in stupor.
To be unknowing and unconscious,
a blissful state of glee,
a place where all doubts and worries have been cast away,
and indifference veils the flaws and lapses of my judgement.
How liberating to be thought crazy and not know it,
And cursed am I to be who knows it.
But what more could be prescribed, but pain upon pain,
And the unfolding of my mind.