Sometime
Somewhere I would make this decision
But not today
Never today
Always tomorrow
I have to worry about time catching up with me
But it will catch up with her first
Every time they have to leave
If they were going to leave then why would I take them along with me?
Why have happiness if it is not contentment
Why have it if it will end in suffering
And why do I have thoughts
Endless chattering in my head
Interrupting each other
Thinking what I have to think I have to think I have to think
What is madness?
Does madness exist?
Is sanity a delusion created by the mad?
Is everyone mad but the mad are sane?
Am I mad?
Is madness Beautiful?
Am I beautiful?
What is beauty?
So many identities
But they rarely capture this madness in my head
Am I a prisoner?
Did running away help?
I was running away from my troubles but did my troubles run with me?
Is my freedom my prison?
Loneliness
Everything ends
Everything began
If everything ended how did I see it? How did I watch the end if I still existed?
Is the universe my imagination?
Then I must have a tortured imagination
Why so surprised?
Of course I do
To see all of that and stay sane
Impossible
And then no-one understands
The burden of my conscience is impossible for anyone to understand
I ran away but my problems ran with me
Because my problems are myself
'Doctor! Are you alright?'
I was snapped out of my thoughts
'Yes, of course, why wouldn't I be?' I replied, trying to sound cheerful
'Where do you want to go?' I asked her
I pulled some leavers and pressed some buttons and I hoped that the conflict of our next adventure would take me away from the conflict inside of me.
I hope it will.