Madness - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

I’ve been suffering through the madness of a lonely only heart
Caused by insecurity unsurety from the start
It feels just like an anchor rancor weighing down my soul
And things are very scornful mournful trying to control
I wish I could be streaming dreaming floating on a breeze
Instead of fretting sweating crumpled to my knees
I wish there was tranquility civility in lieu of pain
Alas there’s some second guessing messing with remnants of my brain
So now I face the mania insania of each day
With the fateful hateful notion “Should I go or should I stay”
For now I just keep prattling battling with morality
With the hope that this sadness madness will end in normality