Driftwood

<br>Welcome to my oxymoronic world of pain<br>A world where truth and lies are for the insane<br>Like driftwood on the shores of my foggy life<br>I`ve drifted not knowing truly who or what I am<br>I find refuge in things of other irrelevance<br>For in the darkest dept of my volatile mind<br>Everything is clearer and more beautiful than a sunny day<br><br>Ponder and ponder, dable in my dementia<br>Equate and balance theories that never were<br><br>And I ponder and ponder my loquent animisity<br>The two halfs now become one, everything makes sense<br>But I am sill confined, I must acomplish my task<br>My companions aid me and tell me what to do<br><br>I now know what I must do (I do too)<br>I lash out declaring war and vengance<br>The driftwood is now engulfed by a raging sea<br><br>Everything now swallowed by black<br>Serity calms my rage<br>My head filled with inexplicable knowledge<br><br>A fragrance of mountain air now polinates my vibrant senses<br>I ponder and ponder my perhaps next subjugating attack<br>For in the realm of madness everything is relative<br>In solitude I will remain for ever more