That Morning

After years of wearing a sad being back into time I had a flight

I laughed because too serious it was for me but such was life

As I took my mental age of one, crushed all my reasoning just at once. What a fight

Living in my world I was the first and everything was fine

Deep in the dark of mourning my sympathy for failure cried

Everyone was looking for me because my delusion was such a good one; a hype

Sometimes in praise of merriment the dwarfs grew, trees shrunk

As the mountains sang hallelujah they rolled into the valleys of trunk

And locked themselves in the fountain of hallucination. What a chunk

Interestingly I was the only Elijah: only nature could afford such as expensive seer like me the munk

Well maybe to every rule there is an exception that is why I could be this much be this odd

Every episode I had dropped a jaw

I argued in awe because the silence I had was too much for this kind of law

As I arose in emotion because in my ear was such a great clap

My words were indeed a salad and from fruit to fruit my speech crapped

Bit by bit I was loved

Tit for tat my health was allowed

For worse for better it took the place of mine

The darkness from my failure lost its balance as I dawned into the day

The night over aged and I saw a light of soundness