A Madness I Needed (#48)

There was a madness I needed in order to grow
Wildflowers & brimstone
Rarely sought new roads
Ghosts of fresh plastic
Passion too blurred
When I lean on tricks
Forward to approval
Shared sandwiches
Infinite pain
Cutting slack, growing or not?
I carved an era of dense belief
I did
I lean on it now
Not enough–

–and I’m sorry