There's no such thing 
as crazy is not sickness.

Conformity is suffocation. 

The pills kill the light, 
all else turns to dust 
and in the rain we all rust.

Lift it up, 
sweep it under, 
show the sun, 
no shame, no thunder. 

God forbid 
the rain should come. 
Can't waste time 
feeling the pain 

pick a box, pick a box 
they're all the same.

Grey. 

©JMCole