I Must Be Crazy

 



I MUST BE CRAZY

Rodneyc//24


Gotta be, born under a tree

Where liberty was promised

But forgotten when the

Clause denied humanity

To those from across the sea

See, I must be crazy.


Not by chance but by design

Did I lose my mind trapped

As it were in that jungle benign

Neglected absent the foundation

By which, through which besides

Which –it was decreed

Damn, that boy must be crazy.


Was it the aborted attempts to remediate

Or obfuscated ruminations of promises

Unintended to allude to full standing

In this here republic for which we pledge

My country tis of thee –sweet land

Damn, I must be crazy.


Insanity would be nice, cause then I’d understand

That all this was not purposeful, conspiracies of denials

Filtering through the lens of forgetfulness

When, exactly did you come here and why the hell

Are you so damn crazy?


Must be, gotta be, crazy to hope in this dope

Place where trouble seems to last always

Strange belief in a Deity that loves regardless

Of where, when, and how I came to be

How can it be that I have a destiny?

When all else denied the possibility

That comes when all believed that

I must be crazy.


Standing on the shore of the premise of purpose

Launching out into the deep of realities

Fixed in imagination, the substance of faith

Walking on the waters of impossibility

Nope, I am not crazy.

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