Someday Maybe

My brain dances,
To the melody,
Of chaos and madness

My heart pounds,
To the rhythm,
Of mundane and sadness

My dreams die
To the stab
Of swords I carry

And I carry on
Like the stubborn time
That no man can stop

Yet when the world asks
Why I dare dwell in insanity

I say,
The cloth I’m cut of
is different.
The path I walk is mine alone.
The load I bear is part of me.
My fate was written long before.

So to be like other earthlings
Is not my cup

Not now,
But Someday Maybe.