Madness

In madness When the dream is realThe Dalai Lama's ghost appearsAnd haunts my soul With sun-lit blissHigh above the mountain mists
Then I hear the Dark one talkIn silken tones that hide the bark"Reality's a lonely childWho serves my wishes for awhile And lets you see what you can't be;Creator of Eternity."
Today is just another dayThe medication smoothes the wayThe trembling hands, the need to prayThe gods have left, the halls are grey
Though collared by the silken voiceI wonder if I had a choiceTo stay inside that fateful dayWhen madness called me out to play
Woody Pine