Dreams of a Madman

I hold the raging’s - of this madman- contained - within these walls- Painting only- pleasant masks - upon his face The genius is - it works so well- That sanity - no one can tell- has slipped beyond - my horizon’s reach Logic’s been- the only guard - maintaining order here - It’s structured rules - enforced for years - Oft with heavy hand I can’t let go - for fact it show- The conflicted man inside - Who’s colored eyes - Seek many lives- with wish to taste them all Loud voices shout - through whisperings- bringing ticklings - to searching ears - lifting me - beyond this baron place Their beckon call - To mountain breeze,,, and Siren’s pleas - from the seas - form but two - of many desired escapes Wild stallions run - in valley sun - yet lifeless- here I sit- as dreams of my tomorrows - fade to dust