RAW MADNESS
RAW MADNESS
It’s not a sort of gentle softness or neutrality
When it is time for the inner self to emerge
But just cold and calculating left-sided brain
Rising above it all when the heart feels pain
As in focus, there’s even a detectable surge
What’s worrying, is that this is my normality
Becoming my real self isn’t such a rare event
It is that dispassionate scientific state of mind
Whether I’m in company or more often alone
For such behaviour, I have no cause to atone
It is not so bad an image, I think you will find
And yet I don’t feel the need to ever repent
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