Almanac

God it's lonely when you're crazy twice as lonely when you're scared the fear becomes obsession and obsession becomes panic as you realize your lunacy is something often shared Well then why, you ask in agony, am I the only one who will pull aside the curtain and exhibit to the others what is left of what I started with? the eclipse of the sun It has roots as deep as oak trees and a dandelion's will and it seeps through expectations and defies imagination always queuing up for sorrow always ready for the kill How it paralyzes honor and anticipates my moves oh it's wonderful despite itself and lost among the elements unnoticed but immortal one of God's eternal truths.