Madness

Rustle. Riccadonna. Remnants & Lies
too long, I've been in this disguise
Dreams fallen apart
and broken hearts

When will the madness end, my friend?

Tickle, trickle, tipple
I'm tired of wandering
wondering
drifting

It's so a short a time we have
shouldn't we be happy?
Instead we work & tire
that constant struggle,
that financial desire
or a quest for fame
& in a few years,
will they remember your name?

So back down I drown
into that drunked-ness blurred vision
& make nothing of all this wisdom

When will the madness end my friend?

When can I go home?