Method In the Madness

There is method in the madness, for the record there's a black mist fogging my judgement. I'm Jogging my memory, making adjustments. Flogging therapy wondering where the rush went... It comes and it goes. Like a run from the nose. Sniff back, its numb when it snows. A chemical romance like the pill. Medically enhanced atleast until... the drug wears off. Was it love? A glimpse of forever in f leeting moments. Getting so high just to fall, repeating moments. Like de ja vu. I pray for you. Let us feel what it is for more than a day or two. They say he allready made a way for you. Its all about choices, are ya skies grey or blue? That choice isn't yours to make or do! So take it as it is..