Lying down town in the height of my emotions, Hanging up side on the border on devotion. Swinging to the rhythm to the solitary confinment, Jigging to the beat of how I have been so bent. But don't worry I am just another illusion, Created by the tripping of another ones dillusion. Fine some time to make sense of it all, Pull the parachute out before you fly and fall. For I was here, I know now what I could have been, Blinded by sanity, but something else was seen. I'm not sure that I am making any sense, In the past, present and realistic tense. Take these words and put them down, Down, into the muddy and wet brown ground.
Nice Poem, when i read it, i can picture it to the start of a song, lyric wise.. Pretty nice 5/5, well done..