I May Be Crazy …

I may be crazy,

Perhaps you can tell;

I have left adoring doe eyes

And burning stages

Behind me.

 

I may be crazy,

Perhaps you know;

Trying to marry the barley winds

And match horizon’s pace.

 

I may be crazy,

Perhaps you can see;

Hoping to sugar my tea

And change the world

Before bed-time.

 

I may be crazy;

I’m sure it’s true:

But I just want to

Believe in unicorns and 

Have to ask:

Why don’t you?