Crazy

You gazed far far away as if you could see beyond the horizon. As if you are listening to music only you can hear. For me, I can only hear. Drums beating calling for war. I must prepare for battle, It's not my war. I can't even understand The meaning of such Sound, let alone get engaged In this holly war. Let me dream of yesterday. Let me dream of us together sipping wine from one glass. Let me kiss your eyes And melt into your pure Skin. I'm just an empty shell scarred by many tides. I'm a piece of drift wood From a lost ship on your shore. I am the crazy poet who's lost between this world and the hereafter. The crazy artist who eats paint for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I am the crazy mathematician, Trying to invent the time machine, to be with you.