Crazy
I’m crazy
You're crazy
We’re crazy
I take a second to think about
How I run with my thoughts and let them create my state
Still we sit and question oh why me?
Why do I have to feel this way
Well we make that choice don’t you see?
Stop asking the questions that you already know
But that’s what crazy people do
That’s how this story goes
Humanity sits back and questions everything to their own blink of an eye
But never want to take the responsibility of the things they are creating inside
It’s crazy
I have to laugh
I mean, I do it to but I’m aware and can see the pattern forming
The consciousness is awake if you allow it to be
If you really want to see
Allow yourself to create the space you are in
Don’t allow the thoughts to come barging in
You have the many keys to unlock the different doors
So choose the one that walks you into the beauty of this game
Life
This crazy, crazy life
About the Creator
Holly Santonato
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